Sierra's POV
My eyes fluttered open, but I shut them just as quickly as the light came on. As I opened my eyes again slowly, the scent of antiseptic and cleaning agents filled the air. I hissed, bringing my hand connected to an IV drip to my banging head.
I spotted Arthur, his head slouched on the side of the hospital bed, keeping a good distance from touching me. The memory of the night flooded my mind.
I was wrong. I'll admit that, and it almost cost my life.
I brought my hand towards Arthur, his fatigue-sleeping face still squeezed in worry, but my hands hovered. He moved and sat up. I pulled away, leaning back. “Sierra,” he muttered, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “How long have you been awake? Do you feel any pain? Let me get the doctor.” He got on his feet.
“No...”
