Orion’s POV:
I blinked my eyes open, the sterile white ceiling above me coming into focus. As my vision cleared, the first thing I saw was her terrified eyes locked onto mine. Panic surged through me.
I scrambled to my feet, the chair screeching against the linoleum floor as I stood abruptly. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing the guilt that washed over me. I took a step back, raising my hands slightly in a gesture of surrender.
"I'm sorry," I said quickly, my voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to... touch you."
Even as the words left my mouth, a sharp ache pierced my chest. Because the truth was, I had meant to. I wanted to touch her, to reassure myself that she was here, that she was safe. But even such a slight touch was now terrifying to her.
The realization hit me like a p
