Stacy
I stretched, and my eyes fluttered open when I heard my door open. Mazy was sneaking in and I smiled.
“Hey,” I croaked out.
She jumped and as she got closer her face looked guilty in the dim light that was the hospital's recess lighting. My brows furrowed, and I reached over to check the time on my phone and turn on the light by my bed. It was almost three a.m., that must be why she looked guilty.
I looked back at her and then gasped.
“You look thoroughly f*cked. Like seriously. You and Dary have some rough fun?” I asked, with a smile.
Tears sprang to her eyes and I looked at her surprised. She wasn’t one to cry.
“Mazy, what is it?” I could feel my heartbeat increasing.
“Baby,” she said, coming towards me and sitting in the chair next to my bed. She grabbed my hands
