Lila
Lila woke slowly, groggy and tired. For a moment she just stared at the ceiling, uncertain what had woken her. But even as she blinked the sleep from her eyes the door clicked and she forced herself to roll over and face the day ahead.
This was the first time that seeing Doug Daniels, instead of his son, wasn't a shock. She was starting to remember where she was. As the door slid slowly open and he peered around it, she sat up, pulling the blanket with her, ignoring the stab of pain her ribs as she wrapped the top one around her shoulders so she was covered to the neck.
Dane's father smiled when he found her awake. "Good morning, sleepyhead!" he said cheerfully, with a smile so like Dane's Lila wanted to cry, pulling that plastic chair behind him as he walked in and came to sit just a couple feet away from the bed.
Lila swallowed the pinch in her throat and just stared at him.
"Rough night?" he asked, like he cared.
