Not good enough?

She lay in bed, with her eyes closed. Ever since she returned home after getting her forehead stitched, it was impossible to do anything else. The pain in her head continued to ache badly, it was annoying how incapacitated it made her feel.

Roxanne flinched when she heard her room door open and close. She shut her eyes tightly, so whoever had come in wouldn't see that she had been crying. Not that anyone else would come to her room besides Emily, the woman was all she had left in the world.

"You okay baby?" Emily asked, placing a tray occupied with a cup of coffee and two sandwiches on the stool beside Roxanne's bed.

Roxanne couldn't speak, instead, she managed a faint affirmative nod.

Emily lowered herself and sat at the edge of the bed. She ran her fingers round the bandage wrapped around her friend's head.

When she looked into Roxanne's dim eyes, she could see her friend had been crying. Emily's eyes softened as she placed a kiss on her friend's forehead.

"Roxy. You need to st