Amelia
I come to on the sofa in my room, still in my training gear over a layer of grimy, dried sweat. The first person I see is the doctor who smiles at me.
“No offense, Doc, but you’re kind of my least favorite person.”
She laughs. “I’ll try not to take that personally and assume it’s my association with your injuries that you don’t like. I’m going to shine a light in your eyes now, okay?”
“I’m fine,” I assure her, completely unaware of whether or not it’s true.
“No,” a low voice growls behind me, and my entire body relaxes at the realization that Owen is here. “You’ve been unconscious for thirty minutes.”
“Thirty minutes?” I repeat. “With my history, that’s nothing!”
“It’s not nothing!” Owen shoots back, but I can tell his anger isn’t at me.
“It may not be nothing,” the doctor
