Elena's POV
I don’t know how long I was out. The moment my eyes fluttered open, the fluorescent lights above burned into my skull. I winced, turning my head away as a sharp pain pulsed behind my eyes. My body felt heavy, my limbs sluggish—like I was trapped in someone else’s skin.
A distant beeping echoed in my ears, rhythmic and steady, tethering me to the present. The smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils—stark, cold, sterile. Then I felt it. The tug of an IV in my hand. The stiffness of hospital sheets wrapped around my aching frame.
Hospital.
A slow wave of panic rose inside me, thick and suffocating. My mind clawed for answers, reaching through the fog. The wedding. The hall. Aiden. His hands on me, his voice sharp and desperate. London stepping in—his fury, the fight. Then the b
