CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
The sleep lasted until a disoriented Hana tried to sit up in her hospital bed unaided. Drowsy and mindful of the urge to use the bathroom, she grappled around and yanked the cannula from her hand. A spurt of blood leaked across the white sheets and she spent valuable moments staring at it in confusion. “Logan?” She called his name and hearing nothing, panicked.
The ward sister discovered her wandering around the hospital, her gown open at the back. “What are you doing?” she asked, getting a garbled reply.
“I need to get out.” Hana clutched her chest with her good hand and stared at the plaster cast on her right elbow. She remembered nothing of its arrival. Her heart pounded in her chest and she dipped forward to increase the blood pressure to her head. “I don’t feel
