The only sounds in the room came from the machines that were hooked up to a pale, unmoving arm of a body lying in a hospital bed, and the soft breathing of a boy sleeping on a chair. His sleep was restless and uneasy; he was muttering words in his sleep from time to time and thrashing from one side to the other as much as possible in the tight space of the hospital chair. Dark circles were prominent under his eyes and one side of his face was covered in scratches. His hands were in an even worse state; half-burned and a long cut on his right palm. His hair was singed off in a few spots and the former blond was now streaked with black ash and dirt.
I have been waiting for this story. It’s wonderful and great and definitely worth reading.
(I had the privilege of betaing it, really you should look into it, Lena is wonderful!)