Saved

I opened my eyes and faced the bright sun rays creeping through the window of a familiar hospital room in Aren's clinic. It took me a while before my brain fully acknowledged that I was safe. Once I did, I let out a soft exhale along with a few tears. I was lying still as the memories flashed back before my eyes, making me wonder what had happened and how I had found myself in the clinic. I thought of sitting up. I lifted my head and instantly welcomed an overwhelming headache.

"Miranda said that you shouldn't move." I heard Chris's voice and saw him leaning over me a second later. "I can pull up the bed if you want to sit." His lips curled into a faint smile.

I nodded, looking at him numbly and processing why he was in my room. As he pulled my bed up so I could sit, I took a closer look at him. He was wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of combat pants, but even the dark fabric couldn't hide the dried bloodstains—proof of the fight. Only then did I realize that it was his voice I hear