I slowly wake up, my mind foggy and eyes still slightly heavy, and almost instantly, they fall on a figure nervously pacing up and down the space in front of me.
"Clay..." I croak, causing him to halt in his tracks as his head whips to me. Worried eyes meet mine, and a faint smile crawls across my face. "What's got you so worked up?"
His face doesn't dare crack a smile as he rushes over to my bedside. He runs a hand over his face, mumbling sentenses falling from his lips. "I knew this was a bad idea. I knew I shouldn't have..."
Before I can say anything, a nurse walks in, clipboard in hand. "Luna, how are you feeling?"
I attempt to sit up, but I'm surprisingly stopped by a sudden movement... in my stomach. I gasp as my hand flies to my stomach, and Clay's face can't possibly be mixed
