I woke up to the sound of rustling sheets and someone’s sharp hiss of pain
For a second, I thought maybe I was dreaming. The room was still dim, the early morning light was barely slipping through the heavy curtains. But then I heard it again—the sound of fabric shifting, and a familiar muffled curse.
I shot up so fast I nearly got whiplash.
“Mark?” My voice was still heavy with sleep……and worry.
He was sitting up in bed, his back against the headboard, his jaw clenched so tight that it looked painful. One hand gripped his injured shoulder and the other braced against the mattress like he was preparing to push himself up. His face was pale, beads of sweat collecting on his forehead, but his eyes were set with determination.
He was trying to get out of bed. He was stubborn as hell, an
