Kameron's POV ...
I had been standing in front of Sadie's door for ten minutes just staring.
I didn't know what I was going to walk into. I was so used to seeing Sadie as this strong and invincible character, I didn't know how I would feel seeing her so broken and vulnerable.
I placed my hand on the handle and twisted it. I walked in into the room with my shoulders tight and heart hammering.
Sadie was hooked up to a different array of machines. Tubes were coming out of her left right and center. Her arms were covered in bruises and her usual rosy cheeks were drained of all color. She looked like Sadie but not like Sadie all, at the same time.
Her eyes fluttered open when she heard me close the door. Her eyes followed me as I drew closer to her bed. A strained smile found its way to her lips. She looked like she was in so much pain and I didn't know what to do. I felt helpless.
"Hey," she croaked out, "imagine the luck."
