THE ONLY MAN

Michael sat at the extreme end of the bed with a sleeping Daniella while Mandy sat on a chair with her head resting on the space beside Daniella, holding her hand.

She had long fallen asleep after Michael’s solacing words.

Michael sat there, watching the two sleeping friends with pure affection plastered on his face.

Shortly, he noticed that Daniella was starting to move slowly. Her long, thin eyelashes trembled for some time before she was able to slowly open them.

“Ella,” Michael called out softly, rising to his feet, “You’re awake,”

Daniella was gazing at the unfamiliar ceiling in a daze and her-sleep dazed eyes cleared when she heard Michael’s voice.

“What are you doing here?” she asked in an extremely low voice and Michael wouldn't have heard her question if he'd not read her lips.

Giggling, Micheal scratched the skin behind his neck, unsure of how to respond to her question.

Daniella then tried to retract but she discovered that her hand was being held. She tilted her he