CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Hana regained consciousness beneath an oxygen mask, panicking at the restriction it provided. “Steady, steady,” a female voice said as Hana tried to rip it off. It pinged back and slapped her in the cheek. “That’s what happens,” the voice soothed, like a teacher to a child. The nurse slipped the mask over her head and Hana looked down, finding herself in Logan’s bed. She turned her face sideways to see her husband sitting in the armchair and another nurse waving a needle above his elbow.
“I don’t want it!” Logan snapped. “Let me speak to my wife.”
“She’s just coming around,” the nurse said, pushing the needle towards the crook of his elbow.
Logan dodged it and withdrew his arm. “I told you, I don’t want it!”
“I need to get this in.” The woman sounded as though her pat
