(Sanya's POV)
Tyron sits up in the hospital bed, and the first thing he does is look around with this confused expression on his face, like he doesn't know where he is or how he got here, and I can see the exact moment recognition hits him because his eyes go from hazy to sharp in a second.
"Where am I?" he asks, and his voice is rough from disuse, scratchy and low, and he winces as he speaks like even that small effort hurts.
"The hospital," I say from my chair by the window, and I don't move closer because I'm not sure what version of Tyron I'm dealing with right now, whether it's the one who beat me bloody or the one who possessed his body and helped me escape, and I need to know before I let my guard down even an inch. "You were in an accident."
Tyron stares at me, and I can see hi
