The first thing I see when I open my eyes is the blurry white ceiling.
My body feels tired and heavy but it's nothing I can't handle. At least the crazed pain is gone.
I focus on the ceiling for a long second as the edges start to sharpen, and I hold back a groan when I realize I'm the hospital.
I do not like hospitals.
I slowly look around the room, frowning when I see the man seated on the only chair beside the bed, then my heartbeat escalates when I recognize Kane.
He's leaning back against the backrest, eyes closed. He's fast asleep.
What is he doing here?
The door opens and a smiley nurse steps in.
"You are finally awake!"
I watch her as she takes my chart from beside the bed.
"How long have I been here?"
"A day. Maybe less. It's Wednesday evening." She looks me over.
