Cecilia's pov
I sat in that stiff hospital chair, watching the monitors beep in perfect rhythm. It felt like forever.
When Cassian's eyes finally fluttered open almost an hour later, I nearly jumped out of my seat in relief.
He blinked a few times, groggy and clearly in pain.
Then he reached up and touched the bandage on his forehead, wincing as his fingers brushed over one of many injuries.
For a second, I thought he might pass out again. Instead, he gave a shaky laugh.
"Seriously? I can't catch a break," he said with a grin, grimacing through the pain. "Old wounds barely healed, and now I'm collecting new ones. Somebody out there really wants me gone."
I blinked, stunned he could joke at all. He looked like hell.
Sebastian, standing nearby with arms crossed, did
