Cloe POV
Storm wasn't here when I woke up. The room was in semi-darkness because the curtains were closed, and I got the feeling it was early evening. I have slept well; the lack of noise was a bonus. Better than in the hospital.
I managed to sit up and look around. This room is nice, not at all like my brother's was, no posters on the wall, no dark-colored curtains or coverings. I liked it, a few things I would add, to make it more homely, it's good for a boy's or, should I say, a man's room.
Shimmied over to reach the water, so grateful he thought of that, Storm's a kind person, thoughtful, caring. Drank a whole glass, and was in the process of drinking a second, when Storm entered the room pushing a wheelchair, loaded with food and drinks.
I tried, I really did, but once I had my pa
