THIRD PERSON'S POV
Julian Romero pried his eyes open. He blinked rapidly to push past the haze that blurred his vision. His eyes felt heavy in their sockets.
Where was he? Why was his nose stuffed with an oxygen pump? He had so many questions darting through his mind.
First, he pulled off the oxygen mask. He made to sit up, stabs of pain erupted through his core, pushing him back onto the bed.
His head felt too light, as if it was going to drop off any second from now. Julian was clueless. How'd he end up with an oxygen mask?
Just then, the door barged open, and the doctor waltzed in. His face, drawn with surprise. He edged closer to Julian's bed.
“My goodness! Alpha Julian you're…you're…” His voice trailed off. The middle-aged doctor couldn't even keep the surprise off his tone
