Twenty-Four
Mira
Slow, monotonous beeping pulled me from the depths of nothingness.
Groggily, I opened my eyes. Bright, fluorescent light and the smell of antiseptics made me grimace and shield my eyes, but when I lifted a hand to cover my face a pang of dull pain from my side made me gasp.
“Doc says it’s just a nasty flesh wound. You and the wee one will both be fine.”
I slowly lowered my hand from my face to peer in the direction of the speaker. He was sitting in a chair next to my bed, his flaming red hair brightening up the otherwise sterile hospital room.
“Liam?”
“Louis,” he corrected me, a wicked smile curving the corner of his mouth. “Liam went home with a nurse a few hours ago, left me to the incredibly boring job of waiting for you to wake up on my own. No offense.”
“Sure,
