Viya's POV
The IV bottle crashed against the wall as the needle was violently ripped from my vein.
Blood—bright red and alarming—trickled down my pale, slender hand and dripped steadily onto the floor. I barely registered the pain. All I could focus on was gripping the edge of the bed, desperately trying to stand despite my injuries. My body swayed precariously, but I refused to let go, my knuckles turning white from the effort.
That's how Sophia found me when she rushed into the hospital room.
"Jesus Christ, Viya!" She gasped, immediately pressing down on my bleeding hand while supporting my weight. "What happened? You're bleeding everywhere and didn't even call a nurse? What were you thinking?"
What was I thinking?
A bitter smile tugged at my lips.
I was thinking i
