Liam’s POV
I shifted in bed, a dull pain pulsing through my arm as I tried to move it. The memory of last night flooded back like a wave. The anger, the frustration, the cutting… it all felt like a blur. But now, in the quiet of the morning, the pain reminded me of what I had done.
I winced, my fingers instinctively curling around the injury, and then I realized—someone had bandaged it. My gaze fell on the white gauze wrapped around my arm. Ava. She must’ve done this while I was unconscious. The fact that she helped me, despite everything I’d said and done, didn’t make sense. But it was there. And it left me… confused.
I stared at her for a moment, her peaceful face framed by a mess of hair, her chest rising and falling softly with each breath. She had shown kindness when I didn’t deser
