Edge's POV
The Following Morning — 6:35 a.m., Mexico, Hospital Family Wing
I stepped out of the shower, rubbing a towel over my hair.
Another morning in Mexico.
When we'd first arrived, nobody had given much thought to sleeping arrangements.
We'd spent hours in waiting rooms, uncomfortable chairs, and security offices.
After Ava's attack, I'd finally had enough.
The hospital had a private family accommodation wing.
I'd arranged for several rooms so everyone could stay close without sleeping on the damn floor.
Morgan had his own room. True and Trident shared one, while Tootsie and Iron occupied another.
Rafa had accommodations nearby when he wasn't working with Commander Perez.
Blaze was the exception.
The stubborn bastard refused to leave Ava overnight.
He'd claimed the slee
