Orion’s POV:
The hushed murmurs of nurses were the first sounds that filtered into my consciousness as my eyes fluttered open. I found myself lying on Zyon's lap, the cool linoleum floor beneath me a stark contrast to the warmth of his presence. The fluorescent lights above cast a harsh glow, making me squint as I tried to orient myself.
When had I fallen asleep? The last thing I remembered was getting stitched up, the sting of the needle barely registering as I insisted on being quick. The painkillers had dulled the ache, but not the turmoil in my mind. After the treatment, I had stationed myself outside Evangeline's hospital room, refusing to leave until I was allowed in. How much time had passed?
“Relax, it’s only been half an hour,” Zyon's voice broke through my thoughts, his tone c
