But other than some tenderness and disorientation, she felt okay. She opened her eyes slowly, grateful that someone had dimmed the lights. She tried to use her arms to prop herself up into a sitting position, but there was a weight holding her down. She glanced down and found that the weight was Rage. He had moved a chair up against the bed and laid his head and arms across her waist, trapping her right arm. She reached with her left hand and stroked his short dark hair. He popped up immediately, fully alert. “Rachel?” “Hi.” “How are you feeling?” He searched her face for any sign of pain. “I’m achy, but otherwise fine. Are you okay?” He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. A beard was forming on his face where before he had only had a stubble. How long had she been out? He looked relieved. “It’s been three days since the triple cage match.
What do You think about Rage (Galactic Cage Fighters)?
