FRANKIE POV (1 Week Later)
The beeping of the hospital machines was incredibly annoying, but it also brought a smile to my face as it meant that I was alive. My heartbeat was registered, and I felt a warm sensation.
My hand felt warmer than the rest of my body, and when I looked over, I found out why.
Tristan was holding it in his sleeping state.
My Tanny.
I took in his large body, crunched and weirdly contorted in the hospital room chair. His head and arms were on my bed as he slept. I could only imagine how stiff he was from this sleeping position.
“Frankie?” a voice from the doorway whispered.
I knew that voice. I would recognize her voice anywhere.
Aria.
Seeing her standing there with a tray of three coffees and misty, bloodshot eyes broke me.
“Aria!” I gasped, my throat thi
