My eyes slowly fluttered open, the sterile white surroundings of the hospital room coming into focus. The relentless throb in my left arm acted as a cruel reminder of the bullet's impact. With a soft, pained groan, I attempted to adjust my position on the bed, only to be met with a wave of discomfort that rippled through my body.
My gaze shifted towards the edge of the bed, where Becca had somehow managed to find a spot to rest. Her head was tilted slightly, her breathing steady and rhythmic as she slept. A mixture of relief and warmth spread through me at the sight of her.
I noticed a strand of hair delicately resting on her face, its presence seemingly bothersome. Without much thought, I brushed it aside and tucked it gently behind her ear. The gesture stirred her slightly, and her eye
