C170 His Concern

[Denali’s POV]

I stand in the doorway of Rosco’s room, unable to move. My eyes stay locked on the man who lays in bed motionless, with bandages covering his body and an IV attached to his skin that replenishes the blood that he has lost.

Laying there like that, he looks so fragile, and it damn near kills me.

No. I think inwardly, collecting myself. You can’t break down, not here, not now