James' POV
I woke up to bright lights, the beeping of machines and strange voices. My head hurt like f**k and my body felt weird. Like it was not mine.
Where was I?
"Mr Davies?" Someone leant over me with a concerned look. "You were in a car accident but you are going to be okay, you are stable."
The voice hovered over me, steady and reassuring, but I couldn't quite process it all. Hospital? Accident? My mind scrambled to piece together what little I knew—was I hurt badly? What happened?
I tried to speak, but my throat felt like sandpaper. Instead, I managed a weak, hoarse whisper.
"Accident?" I croaked, the word feeling foreign on my tongue.
The person nodded, their expression softening with relief. "Yes. You're lucky to be alive, Mr. Davies. The doctors say you've
