Leah
I woke up mad.
Not scared first.
Not sad.
Mad.
My shoulder hurt like someone had shoved hot wire through it, my mouth tasted like old pennies and hospital air, and there was a blood pressure cuff squeezing my arm like it had personal issues.
The first thing I saw was the ceiling.
The second thing I saw was Liam asleep in a chair with his arms folded, chin tipped down, looking miserable and expensive.
The third thing I saw was Jacob sitting by the window, awake, silent, and holding a paper cup of coffee he had clearly forgotten to drink.
I stared at him.
He stared back.
Then his face changed.
“You’re awake,” he said.
“I noticed.”
His mouth moved like he almost smiled and knew better.
Smart man.
Liam jerked awake so fast the chair scraped against the floor.
“Leah.”
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