Lane's first instinct was to close his eyes and pretend to sleep.
But he knew that it was too late for that. Their eyes had already met. And even if they hadn't, since she had gone out of her way to visit him at the hospital (which most certainly wasn't out of care or concern, or anything like that), she would surely wake him up without any hesitation, not caring that Lane should be resting.
Besides, it actually worked in his favor this time. It was probably the first and the last time since he was a little child that he was glad to see his mother.
Not because he wanted to see Catherine Allen, not at all. He still disliked, no, hated her, just like all the Allens (his twin sister aside, of course). The mere sight of her face instantly soured his mood.
