My Friend Bruce

Fallon POV

I wrap myself in a blanket and try to sleep. All I can think as I lie here in this oversized bed is, how did I get here? What happens to my old life? I snuggle down into the blanket and close my eyes. The truth is my old life is gone. Maybe that life was a lie and never meant for me.

The bedroom door creeks as I almost fall asleep. I open my eyes and see Bruce. He looks upset with me. "I wanted to talk to you," Bruce says slowly.

I sit up in the bed and move over to the edge, pushing the comforter to the end of the bed. I pat the bed for him to sit next to me. "Sit with me," I say, smiling at my friend. Right now, he doesn't look like my friend.

Bruce steps inside the room. He looks around the corner of the door as he closes it. Who is he looking for right now? He is worried Ryan will say something because I am supposed to rest for tomorrow.

Bruce sits on the side of the bed with me. I reach for his hand. I have been through so much lately, and I could use my friend rig