MEGAN'S POV
The first thing I notice when I open my eyes is the sterile scent of antiseptic, the soft beep of machines nearby, and a thin blanket spread over me.
My lashes flutter, adjusting to the low light above me and my body feels heavier than usual, but not broken, just sore.
I blink a few more times before I realize I’m lying in a hospital bed.
For a second, I panic, but then memory crashes back, the screech of tires, the violent jolt, the world spinning. And then… him. The man who helped me out of the wreck.
I remember his steady voice and his arms holding me.
I sit up slowly and turn my head toward the window. The sky outside is dark, dotted with a few stars. It’s late. My chest tightens at the thought of Maverick and Makayla. They must be worried sick.
Just then, the door
