"I am obsessed with her." He let out lowly like it caused him pain to say "And she hates my fucking guts."

I wanted to know more. I wanted to ask who it was. I wanted to shout at him for hurting Lana.

I kept quiet.

"I better go." He smiled sadly and avoided talking about the topic more.

He moved closer and I leaned forward so he could kiss my forehead. His lips were about to touch my head when a noise stopped him.

It almost sounded like a bear or a lion. It was feral anyway and it was coming from the guy taking up the whole space of the doorway.

Moving back instantly with hands held up in surrender, Brennan defended himself "You just missed my massive speech about her being like my little sister."

Stone stayed glued to his spot at the door when Brennan walked to him. They exchanged a few quiet words before Brennan took off down the hospital corridor.

The giant returned to his chair by my side.

I put my hands on the bed and tried to manoeuvre myself so I could lie back onto the pillow. A jolt of pain made its way from the bottom of my spine right up to the top and I shifted while involuntary letting out a noise at the discomfort. I attempted to go slower and eased into a better position, but I could not help but wince.

As soon as I did relax into the pillow, a hard shaky breath filled the room.

The deep ragged breaths caught my attention and I looked to my right and what I saw made my heartbreak.

He was in the chair that was far too small for him. His elbows were set firmly on his knees and his forehead resting on his large palms. His wide shoulders were shaking as he took large, ragged breaths.

Stone was crying.

I was taken aback at the scene in front of me. I could not believe it. Stone was not one for showing his emotions. He never showed anything on his face or in his behaviour. That was what led to people believing that he lacked feeling but there he was crying.

My stomach dropped and tears started to form in my eyes. I could not take the sight of him hurt. I pulled the blanket that was covering my body off and I moved to get up, not caring about the pain or anything else but him.

I stood in front of him, but he did not look up at me. He only moved his hands to my waist and buried his face into my stomach as his shoulders shook again.

"Stone." I whispered as I moved my hands to his hair.

His eyes were bloodshot as he eventually met my eye.

"You need to get back into bed." He spoke, his voice gentle yet strict.

I did not move.