"That's okay," Oliver replied, resisting the urge to hug Edwin toward him, both his arm and not knowing the actual condition of Edwin's ribs more than enough incentive. "You're still pretty." He tried to smile even as his voice rattled and broke, pressing the lower half of his wet face into Edwin's hair even as his good hand continued to work on the sheet.
He wanted to ask where Edwin hurt the worst, but paused all of his progress at the sounds of Marco across the hall. His progress with the sheet stopped as he closed his eyes and focused on breathing, and now how useless he was.