My eyelids felt heavy as I struggled to open them. I remembered falling on the ground, but the softness I felt beneath me told a different story. I was no longer outside?
Opening my eyes, the lights struck my sight first. Did I faint?
I blinked hard until the shapes began to take form.
I was in a hospital bed.
My heart skipped a beat. I tried to move, but a dull ache spread through my limbs. Then my eyes caught what looked like tattoos on arms before they saw his full frame- Zayne. He was sitting beside the bed, elbows resting on his knees, head bowed slightly like someone lost in thoughts. When he realized I was watching, he straightened quickly, eyes searching my face with that familiar intensity.
“Hey,” he said softly. “You’re awake.”
My voice came out hoarse. “What… what happened
