When Isabelle snapped her eyes open, the first thing she saw was a bright white ceiling.
'Where am I? I remember... a truck crashing into me?'
"Izzy, you're awake." Nicholas was sitting beside her hospital bed, his voice raspy but full of relief. He jumped up, gently holding her face in his hands.
"What... happened?" Isabelle tried to speak, but her throat felt raw and sore.
"You were in a car accident. You've been unconscious for six hours," Nicholas explained, quickly pouring a glass of water and helping her drink.
She coughed slightly, feeling her throat ease. "Where am I? Is this a hospital?"
"Yes. You hit your head, but the injury isn't too serious," Nicholas said, his gaze shifting to her leg, filled with concern. "But your right leg is badly hurt. You'll need a wheelchair for
