"Hey," whispered a voice from the entrance.
Malcolm walked towards her, his fingers gliding across the surface of her bed before stopping at her toes playing with them slightly.
Watching as she moved her toes from his reach, he gave a small sighed as he took a seat in front of her bed.
"Can you hear me? Or is it still hurting?" he asked, worry clear in his tone as it complemented his furrowed brows.
The ceiling fan groaned in pain as it worked its wings, turning tremendously as it tried to welcome its new guest.
For an abandoned garage it was very up to date with the newest gadgets and technologies that's if you exclude the fan above them.
But it was not surprising to him, seeing that Lee came here practically every day working on his 'confidential projects' as he wanted to have privacy.
