"Josh?" I whispered, my brows knitting together in confusion as I watched him enter the room.
He was leaning heavily on a walking aid. His body was still stiff and bruised.
Even his face looked pale. His lips cracked, and dark shadows sat beneath his eyes. For a second, I almost did not recognize him.
He managed a weak smile when he noticed my expression, but it didn't reach his eyes. He dragged himself closer to the chair beside my bed. As he tried to sit there, a wince escaped from his mouth.
"Hey," he said, his voice rough, hoarse, as if he had not spoken in days.
Josh was the least expected person to see me here. Moreover, when he is injured and unable to walk, why in the world did he come here?
The question etched me, so I pushed myself up a little, ignoring the ache in my chest. "Josh… what happened? Are you okay?"
His smile faltered instantly, and before I could read his expression, his shoulders began to tremble.
