"Get out," he sighed.
"N-" I got out.
"Nah, you can go," he shook his head.
"Babe," I called out, but he wasn't having it.
"I fucking risked my life trying to protect you. I almost died trying to save you! And when I couldn't, I sat by your side ev...
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Chapter 1 • A Coma
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Sage's POV
With a lift of my eyelids, I found myself inside a room. I didn't know where I was, but the room seemed awfully familiar. Maybe it was the shade of pink or the beautiful view outside the balcony. Whatever it was, there was a sense of familiarity, yet I was so clueless as to where I was.
I looked at the needle in my arm and followed it up to the life machine. As I tried to lift my body up, I noticed a weight on my leg- a man. I shifted my foot, and the man quickly raised his head up. He gazed at me through startled, yet excited, eyes.
"Sage?" he asked in disbelief. "Am I dreaming again?"
"I- who are you?" I frowned.
"What do you mean, babe?" the guy asked with narrowed eyebrows.
"Why-why are you calling me that?" I questioned. "I don't know you."
"What?" the guy frowned. "Is this a joke?"
I shook my head in response. Who'd ever thought I'd wake to a beautiful human calling me baby, yet not know who he is?
He had a light brown complexion that contrasted with his dark, chocolatey eyes. His hair was dark brown and curly and well styled. His lips were a light shade of pink and happened to be slightly plumped yet narrowed. His nose was straight, except for the cute curve at the end.
He looked like a black Roman statue, but even more handsome in his own way.
"Sage," he said seriously.
Who was this guy? Why didn't I know him?
"And you are?" I asked with confusion evident on my face.
He studied me with puzzled eyes, and I returned the look. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, clearly expressing his confusion. Without giving me an answer, he took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Dr. Rogers, come quickly," the guy said before hanging up and making another call. "She's up."
Sensing the panic on my face, he introduced, "I'm Nickolas Carter, your boyfriend. You've been in a coma for a month."
