Cole had never slept as soundly in his life as he did after his injury, even though he suspected the medication and antibiotics Micah had prescribed had something to do with that. He managed to rouse himself awake at a decent hour, though, the unfamiliar smell of something cooking luring him out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
"Morning." He swiped at his eyes, the mention of someone leaving him something making him pause.
No. Please, no.
He tried to quell his rising panic at the sight of the package, knowing that the worst thing he could do was let Ileana see how much it worried him. He even mustered a smile as he sat at the table and opened the package, setting the gauze and ointment aside and focusing on the get well card.
The rest of the words faded to a blur, leaving 'I will see you soon' to stand out clearly. It sounded like a promise, something definite, and he realized that if this person was to pay him a visit he would be utterly helpless. He couldn't even walk properly - it wouldn't take much to get him down.
"Thanks," he managed, rising from the table with the intention of hiding the card somewhere Ileana couldn't find. She didn't need to know about this.