Diego's POV
As I turned, a sharp pain stabbed at my side, sending shockwaves through my body. The bright lights that flooded the room forced me to shut my eyes in discomfort; I hadn't yet adjusted to their intensity.
I sat up in the bed and carefully removed the drip needle from the back of my hand.
Though I had faced scenarios like this for years, this incident felt far worse than others. I had to admit, I had never been one to play it safe—it simply wasn't in my nature.
As I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and attempted to stand, I staggered and collapsed back on the mattress. The wound beneath the bandage was still bleeding.
Determined, I tried to rise again, and gradually, I managed to stand upright.
The sound of continuous whimpering outside my door caught my attention.
