Dax POV
The sound of beeping filled my ears. I forced my eyes open and blinked at the bright light as I tried to make sense of my surroundings.
The walls were white, sterile, and the room smelled like chemicals. The bed was hard, and as I glanced down at myself, I could see the hospital gown I was wearing. I frowned.
Why was I in the hospital?
I yanked the cannula out of my hand and swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling frustrated.
The last thing I remembered was the look on Riley's face as she ran from me, and then it was blank.
My parents came rushing in. My mother looked concerned. She put a hand to her lips, her eyes shimmering with what I suspected might be tears.
When was the last time she ever looked so worried about me?
"Oh, Dax," she whimpered, "I was so w
