Reynold’s POV
“You took your sweet time,” Anna muttered as she peeled back the covers, tossing aside the neatly arranged hospital tubes and wires like they were nothing more than theater props. The heart monitor beeped in protest before going silent as she yanked off the electrodes.
She scratched under the edge of her bald cap, grimacing. “God, this thing itches like hell.” With a swift tug, she pulled it off, revealing her thick, glossy black hair, now matted slightly from being pressed down too long. “You brought it, right?”
I smirked, reaching into my coat pocket. “What kind of man do you take me for?”
Her eyes lit up when she saw the familiar cigarette pack. She grabbed it like a lifeline.
“Lighter?” she asked before I could even hand it over.
I flicked it on for her, and she lea
