I Hate It Here

Chapter 276: I Hate It Here Savannah I already expected Roman to be irritable and fussy. That part didn’t scare me. I’d prepared myself for it long before he even woke up. I’d prepared myself for it the same way you brace yourself before stepping into cold water—knowing the shock was coming, yet telling yourself you could handle it. Roman Blackwood was not a man built for patience, for restraint, or for being told what he could and could not do. He gave orders. He dominated conversations. He bent people and systems to his will simply by existing in them. He was used to commanding rooms, not being confined to one. Used to people moving at his pace, not the other way around. Now, suddenly, the world was telling him no. No sudden movements. No stress. No anger. No control. Roman Blackwood wasn’t built for any of that. And the way his jaw tightened every time a doctor spoke told me exactly how well that was going. He grumbled the entire way from the medical wing to the bedroo