(Luca's P.O.V.)
The sounds of medal trays being clanked together fill my ears as I slowly come to. I blink a couple of times and look around the blue room with white trim and see a nurse filling a pitcher of water before setting on a tray.
I'm alive and in a hospital but I shouldn't be... I did everything right. I hit the veins and collapsed. How am I not dead?
"Good to see you awake, hun," she says and hands me a cup of water. "Don't move your wrists too much. They're going to be very painful." I look down and see them bandaged up. Now that you mention it I do feel a lot of pain.
"I-I should b-b-be dead," I mumble and take the water. The nurse sighs and shakes her head.
"But you're not. You have no idea how lucky you are. You sliced extremely deep and there was a lot of damage. Any m
