❝ You make this messed-up world look so much more beautiful. ❞ Gathering me in his arms, he pulled me close -- his lips seeking mine hungrily.
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The only thing Summer Hale has ever wanted was to live peacefully away from her secrets...
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I don't even need to change the world I'll make the moon shine just for your view I'll make the starlight circle the room — Someone to You by Banners
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The stark smell of bleach and disinfectant combined was overwhelming. I squeezed my eyes at the bright light that seeped through my closed eyelids, my body unusually heavy and taut. I slowly started to blink, desperately trying to open my eyes. As the blinding light subsided, my eyes squinted in an attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. I waited for a good full minute until I could finally make out the beige ceiling and cove lighting design, my ears finally aware of the beeping sound right next to me.
I was at the hospital.
I lifted my right hand carefully, my eyes following the clear tubes leading to the IV. I sighed deeply at the sight of it. I was alive, thank god.
Resting my hand above my stomach, I attempted to move my left arm but automatically went rigid. I couldn't feel it. The beeping in the heart monitor accelerated as the anxiety washed over me, and I quickly glanced down.
I let out a breath of relief when I saw that my left arm was in a cast.
Counting my breaths, I listened to the monitor as it gradually slowed.
Once my heart returned to its rhythmic beating, I scanned the room. It was pristine, large, and too luxurious. A brown leather sofa was by the window next to a round coffee table, and a partition separated my room from the living room. I searched for the button to call the nurse, pushing my sore muscles to their limit as I twisted and turned. It was surprisingly alleviating to move. I must've been unconscious for more than a day.
The door slid open, and Gray walked in together with a man wearing a white coat and a woman in blue scrubs. I heard the spike in the monitor the second I saw Gray, which was quickly noticed by all three of them, seeing their alarmed faces.
When Gray noticed I was awake, he rushed to my side, the relief washing over his face. He took my right hand gently and gave it a light squeeze, calming my nerves almost instantly. Although he looked fairly dashing with his gelled hair and expensive suit, the dark circles under his eyes told me he was exhausted.
