Ernesto sat on the edge of Becky's hospital bed, elbows on his knees, a relaxed smile playing across his face. Becky leaned back against the raised headboard, her blonde braid draped over one shoulder, the corners of her mouth lifted in an easy, tired smile. Soft blue light from the monitoring machines washed over the white sheets and her pale face.
In the doorway, Danny leaned against the frame, arms crossed, watching the two of them with a flat, impatient expression. The hallway light behind him cast his shadow long across the floor.
"Honestly, I thought it was bad," Ernesto said, gesturing lightly with one hand. "You had us worried this time."
"You shouldn't have been," Becky replied, her smile holding as she adjusted the thin blanket across her lap. "Why would you be?"
"I mean, the way Max reacted, I figured you were in worse shape. He grabbed Bram by the—"
