Carlos’s eyes fluttered open in the room, the light so bright he squinted to adjust.
Panic and confusion shot through him. Taking in the surroundings, he realized he was in a hospital and wearing a hospital gown.
Luckily his glasses were nearby. He put them on and pushed them up the bridge of his nose.
A sigh left his lips as his nerves eased, but it only lasted a second before memories slammed in.
Kyla.
His head jerked up. The monitor beeped beside him and the sight on his arm made his eyes go wide.
A needle stuck in his skin with a drip bag hanging above.
“The f**k,” he groaned, yanking it out and swinging his legs over the bed to find Kyla, but the door opened just in time.
Kyla stepped in with a tray of covered meals. Her eyes widened when she saw him.
“Carlos.” She dropped th
