I close my eyes. "Same one." Same one as the accident.
He nods. "They had to set it and do some other stuff so it stays that way. I don't know everything they did."
"Tell me all."
"You want to know what's all wrong?"
I nod faintly.
"I'm not going to sugar coat it, Livvy baby. It's bad. Concussion. Broken nose. Fractured jaw. Broken wrist and fingers. Collapsed lung. Bruised kidneys. And, baby, your entire body is bruised purple, black, blue, yellow, and green. There isn't a spot on you that isn't bruised except for behind your ears," he confesses and I let the tears fall.
He reaches up to wipe the tears with his fingers. "Livvy."
I meet his gaze with my watery one.
"You'realive. This will all heal," he says firmly.
"Lucky," I say with sarcasm.
"Damn right. Olivia, I—"
"Liv!" my mom cries, flying in from the hall, coffee in hand, my dad joining her beside my bed.
The drama ensues and I'm just too tired to deal with it, so I close my eyes.
Flashes of fists flying at me, hitting me—feet kicking me—blood everywhere. My eyes fly open and I grip Bash's hand tighter. He rubs his thumb over my wrist, his fingers holding on to me.
"It's all right now, love. You're safe," he whispers, his other hand lifting to touch my face.
"I bet I look like shit," I blurt out, a tear slipping out and running down my temple and into my hair.
"You look like you've gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson, but Livvy?" he pauses.
"Hmm?"
"You're still beautiful," he tells me. I look into his eyes and I can see he really means it.
"Weirdo. You need glasses."
One side of his mouth tips up in a half grin. "No, I don't. I see you."
I frown, confused.
"I see you," he repeats. My eyes widen at his meaning, my breath catches. I knew that already, so why does it feel different now? It feels like…more.
I'm not ready to deal with that yet. I need to deal with my broken and battered body that's starting to ache again. Then there's Cam. The thought of him hurts me, disappoints me, and saddens me.
"Hey," Bash whispers. "What just happened?"
I look away.
"Livvy. Look at me," he demands.
I meet his gaze.
"What's going on?"
"I gave him a second chance yesterday morning," I confess.
