The evening sun peaked through the shades of out cramped apartment, turning his dark skin gold. His eyes blinked open and he smiled at me. He shifted and tried to sit up, but cringed and groaned in pain. He came back from a a flying lesson with Lloyd on my brother's back, knocked out with a broken leg.
"Easy, Cole." I told him. He laid back, staring at me as I picked up an icepack from a cooler and placed it on his forehead.
"What happened?" he said weakly. I gave him a comforting smile.
"From what the rest of the guys told me, Lloyd thought it would be a good idea to try a triple spiral. It sent you flying into the side of a building. You got a concussion, and broke your leg, too. Sensei was surprised that that was all the injuries you sustained."
"Are you serious?" he closed his eyes. "Damn." his voice had an angry tone to it.
"But don't worry! Sensei said that it wasn't too serious and that you would make a full recovery within a few weeks!" I said in an attempt to cheer him up. He opened on eye and look at me, expressionless.
"When I'm better, the first thing I'm gonna do is kick Lloyd's ass." he grumbled, looking down at his broken leg. I slipped my hand into his limp one and squeezed it. He turned his head to face me and smiled.
"I love you." he mumbled. My face turned red and my lips curled into an embarrassed smile. I leaned in and kissed him.
"You're a dork." I chuckled to him.