Saturday, November 10th

(Cole’s POV)

I whimper softly as the harsh pain of my injuries is the only thing that tells me I’m even alive. I start moving cautiously, slowly trying to acclimate myself to my surroundings. My eyes are swollen shut and my jaw is wired shut for the fourth time in my life. Genius, I’m blind and mute.

My whimpers increase as I feel the weight of a cast that covers my arm from the palm of my hand and up over my left elbow. My right arm is a little better but not by much. A shorter plastic brace covers that arm, falling just below my elbow.

“Easy, Cole.”

A slightly recognizable voice speaks to me but I’m unable to place who it is.

“You are significantly injured. You had a hard three day fight in the hospital before we could safely move you to my house. Alex and I didn’t know if you would make it this time.”

I take a deep breath as the oxygen cannula under my nose tickles me. The regret is instant as the ribs on my left side scream in pain. My yelps are cut short by the fact I can’t