He wanted to apologise for scaring her, even though what happened wasn’t his fault, but it was still taking a lot of effort to just say a few words at a time without making him feel mentally and physically exhausted again, the drugs in his system to keep him comfortable fighting against any will he had to communicate.
Slowly, Eva inched forward, not liking the sight of him laid up in that damn bed at all. If anything, she should have been the one hurt, not him. He had never done anything to deserve this and she doubted she would ever forget the sight of him so injured and critical.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say…” she confessed. They both knew stuff like this wasn’t her strong suit, but she was trying.