(Ethan's POV)
I'm in a hospital bed. That explains the machines. The beeping. The antiseptic smell cutting through everything.
But why?
The person leans forward. Woman. Dark hair. Beautiful. Elegant features drawn with exhaustion.
Familiar.
"Rosalie?" My voice comes out wrong. Raspy. Unused. Like I haven't spoken in days.
Her face transforms. Relief so profound it looks like pain.
"Ethan! Oh God, you're awake. You're actually awake." The woman stands so fast the chair scrapes. It's only then I realize I was wrong.
She's not Rosalie. But then who is she?
Why is sitting beside my bed? And why do I find her so familiar.
"Don't move. I'll get the doctor. Just—just stay there," she says, rushing out of the room.
Like I could go anywhere.
I lie still. Try to piece together what's hap
