Naomi POV
"Let's go, Naomi."
Kaelen's deep, annoyed voice pulls me back to earth. I blink. The hospital room swims into focus. White walls. Beeping machines. The smell of antiseptic.
He stands at the foot of the bed. His arms are crossed. His gray eyes are hard. He looks like he has been waiting too long.
I push myself up. My body aches. The pain from earlier is still there, a dull throb in my lower belly. My legs feel weak. Wobbly. Like they might give out under me.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed. The cold floor hits my bare feet.
"Kaelen, it hurts," I admit. My voice is small.
His jaw tightens. He takes a step closer.
"Should I get a wheelchair from the nurses?" Henderson suggests from the doorway. His voice is quick. Eager. Like he wants to be helpful.
I look at him.
