#Chapter 222: Waking Up To You

Nathan First, everything was dark. But then, my eyes fluttered open to the disorienting brightness of artificial lights shining above my head. An immediate sensation of coldness and stiffness ran down my spine. The scent of disinfectant mixed with an underlying metallic tang was the first indication that I was in a hospital. Panic welled up inside of me; why couldn’t I remember how I got here? Why was my body in excruciating pain? There was a murmur of voices close by, gradually becoming clearer as I tried to adjust to the situation. The soft beeping of machines accompanied them, rhythmic and consistent. I turned my head, wincing at the unexpected pain. Beside me, lying on another bed with white sheets drawn up to her chin, was Olivia. Bruises marred her otherwise fair face, and the steady rise and fall of her chest indicated she was still in the realm of dreams—or perhaps nightmares. “Nathan?” The voice belonged to a tall man in a white coat, the familiar