"Hi, I'm Belinda, Belinda Cogzell. Edward's friend from work."
Gray Stewart briefly stared at her then she continued reading her magazine. "Are we in hell right now?"
"Excuse me?" Belinda said with one eyebrow raised.
"What?" Gray glared daggers in her with her dead fish eyes. "Oh, I was reading a line in the magazine."
"Ah, I see," Belinda responded. "Look, I just came here to visit Edward. I wanna see how he's doing," she said as she gestured her hand towards his bed.
"Well, he's lying unconscious with that massive choker on his neck and a few stitches and little metals replacing his crushed bones inside. So I guess we can all agree that he's definitely fine," Zia mumbled to herself as she rolled her eyes in annoyance.
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