Carrigan

“Royce!” I cried out, my voice going hoarse from happiness and relief.

I was going to cry immediately. “You’re here.”

He was residing to my left, turned to face me, smiling to the best of his ability. His face was incredibly bruised. He was purple and blue, with a swollen eye, and his arm was in a sling, his fingers wrapped up.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Royce whispered, ...