CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Hana woke from unconsciousness without grace, gasping as though slapped by an unseen hand. The painless sleep ended like a douse of icy water.
“No!” she shouted as the hypodermic needle pierced her vein.
“Steady, steady.” Logan’s voice called to her from another world and the pressure of his fingers on her left hand seemed unreal.
“Hurting me,” she wailed and a gentle hand brushed the hair from her face.
“It’s pain meds,” he whispered, his warm breath drifting across her cheek. “You had surgery, Hana.”
Horror seeped into her confusing world and she tried to run her hand over her stomach. Pain shot through her right shoulder and her fingers didn’t respond. “Baby,” she groaned and Logan stroked her forehead.
“Not the baby, Hana. Your arm. It broke and the surgeons f
