“Page Dr. Gorman. I think he’s waking up.”
I force my eyes to move. Once. Twice. It feels impossible, but I push anyway.
I need to see her. She feels like…
“Heaven,” I murmur as my eyes finally open.
She’s right there.
Green eyes, or blue, I can’t tell. Perfect lips shaped into the softest smile I’ve ever seen. Golden hair pulled into a messy bun, loose strands framing her face. Her hands are still on my shoulders.
The world stills.
She smiles, warmth lighting her features. “Not quite heaven,” she says gently. “Welcome back, Khai. You’re at St John’s Hospital.”
The door opens, breaking the moment, and her hands fall away as a doctor steps inside.
“Welcome back, Mr Harris,” he says, flipping through the chart at the end of my bed. “I’m Dr. Gorman.”
He turns to her without looking up. “Miss Winters, please order a CT, MRI, EEG, and full blood work for Mr Harris.”
“Right away, Dr. Gorman,” she replies, as she starts to leave the room.
She pauses in the doorway, glancing back at me over her shoulder before disappearing down the hall.
The next few hours blur together. Scans. Tests. Needles. Questions.
I’m told I was placed in a medically induced coma after taking a bullet to the chest and losing a significant amount of blood. Nine days gone. Statistics and probabilities are rattled off, but none of it sticks.
All I can think about is her.
Miss Winters.
As my memories slowly piece themselves together, realisation hits hard, she’s the girl from the club. The one who didn’t run. The one who saved my life.
And now… she woke me.
Is that possible? Can someone’s voice pull you back from the dark?
The door slams open.
My father strides in, tailored suit immaculate, sunglasses still on, eyes glued to his phone.
“Hello, Father,” I say dryly. “What an unpleasant surprise.”
Only then do I notice the men stationed around the room.
Why am I guarded?
“Khai,” he says, my name sharp on his tongue, finally looking up.
“I’ve spoken to the medical team. You’re free to leave.”
Spoken to, meaning bribed or threatened. Likely both.
“Your car will be here in thirty minutes. We need you back on your feet. There’s much to do.”
Of course there is.
