Mia shoved the phone away. She didn’t know where it landed, and honestly, she didn’t care. Her heart thundered in her chest—Raven needed her.
She winced, pushing against the mattress, ignoring the sharp ache in her ribs. Her legs trembled, but she forced herself upright. Christian stepped toward her, his hand already halfway out.
“I’ve got it,” she breathed through gritted teeth. He paused but didn’t retreat.
She pressed one foot to the cold floor, then the other. Her body screamed in protest. Still, she kept going. The sheets tangled around her legs. Her knees wobbled as pain clamped down harder.
She panted, arms shaking as she fought to rise. Christian reached out again.
“Let me—”
“I’ve got it,” she repeated, breathless. But she didn’t. Her legs folded. She slumped halfway off the
