The beeping woke him. Ethan recognized it as a heart monitor. God knew he was familiar enough with that sound. He felt like s**t, which was par for the course after being shot. But he was fuzzy on the details. A faint sense of dread weighed him down, kept him from wanting to open his eyes. Not that they didn’t already weigh four hundred pounds on their own, but there was something…he wanted to avoid.
Becca. Becca was going to be pissed.
He didn’t want to see that look of disappointment and panic, didn’t want to have that argument about the dangers of his job. Again. He thought about just sinking back into sleep, but a hand was curled warm around his, so she at least deserved the effort from him, proving he was still among the land of the living.
Ethan forced his eyes open. The room was
