Lacy's POV
"Has he woken up yet?"
I turn to see Brent standing by the doorway, arms crossed, his gaze flicking toward Vincent's bed.
I glance back at Vincent. He stirs slightly in his sleep, his fingers twitching against the blanket. For days, he's been stuck in this bed as the doctors monitored him. But now, his eyes flutter open.
"He's awake," I say softly.
Brent steps closer, relief flashing across his face. "About damn time."
Vincent blinks a few times before his gaze lands on me. His voice is rough. "How long?"
"A few days," I tell him. "You had everyone worried."
He exhales sharply, trying to sit up, but the movement makes him wince.
"Take it easy," Brent says, pushing him back down. "Doctor's orders."
Vincent ignores him, his eyes narrowing. "What happened after?"
Brent
