Leo’s POV
The f*****g beeping of the monitors was the first thing that pissed me off when I opened my eyes.
The next was the white ceiling that looked like it hadn't been cleaned since the goddamn Cold War but what really sent my blood boiling was her face—Alessia. Sitting there like a porcelain doll with barely a damn scratch on her, while I looked like I went ten rounds with a freight train.
Bandages were wrapped around my skull like some war veteran, my right arm in a damn sling, and pain screaming from places I didn’t even know had nerves.
And she had the audacity to look worried.
“Leo,” she whispered, like I was about to flatline any second. “Can you not look at me like I’m already dead? You're the one who looks like a corpse walking.”
I laughed. A dry, bitter thing that made
