Liam
I roll to my side and instantly bolt upright wincing. Bruises, injured side, my brain screams at me. I look though for Sarah who should be next to me. Her pillow is barely warm. I stretch carefully as I hear the door opening. Sarah steps in with a plate and a coffee mug. She's still wearing my blue shirt I put on her while she slept last night.
"Morning." She says softly and I sit up against the pillows.
"You cooked last night, should have woken me up so I could make you breakfast." She sits down on my side of the bed facing me.
She smiles handing me the plate. "Well someone got up last night and cleared the kitchen while I slept. Dressed me too."
"I didn't want you to get cold while I was gone. I wasn't going to wake you up after you did everything yesterday. Because you did
