I woke up to the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor and the sterile scent of antiseptic filling my lungs.
A hospital.
Again.
I groaned, my body protesting as I shifted slightly. My head throbbed, a dull, persistent ache radiating from my forehead. I reached up instinctively, my fingers brushing against a bandage. Great.
"You’re awake."
Cole’s voice.
I turned my head, blinking against the bright fluorescent lights. He sat in a chair beside my bed, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.
"You scared the hell out of me, Astrid. I knew I should have driven you myself."
His words were calm, but there was tension beneath them, in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his fingers tapped against his arm.
I swallowed, my throat dry. "How long have I been out?"
"A few ho
