ALEX
My body goes rigid as soon as I hear the door creaking open. I shut my eyes.
“Good morning, love,” he greets. The heels of what I imagine leather shoes clang against the tiled floor, the sound getting louder as he moves towards the bed.
“I’ll be removing the ventilator today. Like I told you, I’ve been weaning you off because the monitors show you’re breathing on your own. I’m so proud of your recovery, Alex. Not to be bashful, but I’m one of the best doctors in the country.”
He chuckles to himself. He touches my hand, thumb caressing my skin. I do my best not to flinch. I feel him tying my wrist. Soft, like cloth. I want to open my eyes to check, but I can’t risk it. Not until help comes. It will come, right? Zander and Finn must be doing everything they can by now to get me out
