Damien's eyes stayed open, blinking slowly as he adjusted to the light. His gaze moved from May to Georgia, then back to May. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"So," he said, his voice rough but laced with amusement, "how long was I out? Did I miss anything good?"
May let out a shaky laugh, wiping at her eyes quickly. "You've been unconscious for over twelve hours, and that's the first thing you ask?"
"I have priorities," Damien said, his smirk widening slightly. He shifted on the bed, wincing as pain shot through his side. His hand moved instinctively to the bandage wrapped around his torso.
"Don't move too much," May said quickly, stepping closer. Her hands hovered over him like she wanted to help but didn't know where to touch without hurting him.
"I'm fine," Damien m
