NARRATIVE POV
Beep Beep
“Turn it off!” Ryan grumbles in his sleep.
Beep Beep
“I said, turn it the fu.ck off!” Ryan snapped open his eyes in anger at Brittany for ignoring him. He rolled over to yell at her, realizing he was alone. He wasn’t in his California king-sized bed; he was in a small cot-sized hospital bed.
“Britt?” Ryan calls out in confusion. He drags his hand down the length of his face.
He was met with more silence, other than the beeping from the machines he now realized were hooked up to him.
“Britt? Where the fu.ck are you?” He called again, pulling the IV line alongside the monitoring wires from his arm.
As soon as he removed the final wire from his chest, the flatline sound alerted the staff, who came rushing into the room only to find Ryan sitting on the edge of the small bed, his legs hanging over as he drowsily rubbed the remaining sleep from his face.
“Alpha, you should be lying down.” One of the pack doctors, Doctor Morris, called out as she came rushing over.
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