Demetri (Coins) POV
Seeing Peter at the door was such a huge relief; I can hardly believe they got him out so soon. He looked bruised and sore as he leaned on the post to steady himself; he must have put in a big effort to come out and greet us.
I suddenly thought of all the messages on my phone that I had never looked at and felt guilty. What if they were asking for permission to go in, and I ignored their requests? Damn it, I should have at least looked at the messages when they came in, it was important.
I would check them out once, Peter unloaded what he obviously needed to say, and then let him rest. James looked him over: a broken rib, two bruised ones, black eyes, cut lips, a cut on his forehead, and a concussion. He was still in a bad way, but was trying to be strong. Stronger
