June’s Point of View
A dull ache clawed its way through my limbs as consciousness slowly tugged me back. I groaned, my body heavy and sore, every muscle screaming as I attempted to move.
“H-Hmm…” I let out a weak whimper, wincing as pain rippled down my spine and into my arms.
“June?” That voice—deep, low, familiar. My eyes fluttered open, blurry at first, then focusing.
It was him.
Dos.
His eyes—those same fierce, unreadable eyes I’d come to memorize—were now filled with something that made my breath catch: pure, raw fear. His brows were drawn tight, his lips slightly parted as if he didn’t know whether to speak or reach for me.
“June, baby, hey… are you okay?” His hand hovered near mine, unsure if touching me would cause more pain.
I tried to sit up, but the movement made my enti
