INICIAR SESIÓNVivienne's POV I woke up to voices, and for the life of me, I couldn't bring myself to really come to terms with how I felt about that. At first, I thought I was still dreaming, because everything felt thick and distant, like I was submerged underwater. My body was heavy, and it was aching in a way that didn’t have sharp edges anymore, just a deep, spreading soreness that made even breathing feel like work. Like that wasn't enough, there was a full ache that echoed all around me. It wasn't sharp enough to hurt right away, but it was still present, like an eerie shadow I couldn't shake off no matter how hard I tried. I didn’t open my eyes right away. Instead, I listened.“…can’t keep pushing her,” a man murmured. His voice was calm, professional, but strained. “She’s been through too much already.”Another voice answered him almost immediately, and for a quick second, I actually wished he didn't. The second voice was lower, too familiar to be a coincidence and I shuddered as r
Ronan Hospitals had a way of stripping everything down to the barest truths. I'd learned this a long time ago, but even in a million years, I didn't think I would be back in the four walls of one of the places I hated the most. Well hate was a pretty strong word, but my point still stood. I tried not to think or focus on my surroundings but that alone was harder than trying to get all my bikers to quiet down when I asked. White walls stared back at me, with harsh lights, and the smell of antiseptic so sharp it burned the back of my throat. People moved fast but spoke softly, like volume alone could kill someone.Vivienne was gone from my arms almost immediately. The minute we arrived and pushed through the double doors of this place, it felt like she didn't belong to me anymore. Hands took her, a gurney appeared, someone asked her name, while someone else asked mine. I answered everything automatically, my voice steady, my head empty, but my body and mind belonging to someone
Vivienne's POV I woke up choking on air, and when I said it wasn't the best way to come around, you just had to believe me . The pain and discomfort tore into my lungs like I’d been underwater too long, my chest burning as I sucked in a sharp, panicked breath. Pain followed immediately, low, brutal, and unforgiving, curling through my abdomen with a force that made my vision spark.“Oh….she’s awake.” those words had barely registered at the back of my head before something else followed. Hands were on me immediately, and it didn't help that there were too many of them. Voices overlapped around me, sharp and urgent, and the world felt too bright, too loud, like someone had ripped the lid off my skull.“Easy,” a man’s voice said close to my ear. “Don’t try to sit up.”I tried anyway. The moment I moved, agony ripped through me and something warm flooded between my legs. I gasped, a broken sound tearing out of me as my body folded in on itself.“No…no, no,” someone muttered, and
Ronan's POV She didn’t wake up all the way, and I hated that my mind already registered that as a bad thing. That was the first thing I noticed, before the blood on my hands, before the way my chest felt like it was caving in on itself. Vivienne’s lashes fluttered, her brow tightening like she was fighting something heavy and internal, but her eyes never fully focused.“Hey,” I said, too fast, too sharp. I probably sounded like a broken record, but right now, I didn't care about that. Not one bit. “Hey. I’ve got you.”Her body was warm and frighteningly light in my arms. I’d wrapped my jacket around her waist without thinking, applied pressure where there shouldn’t have been pressure, my instincts screaming at me to do something, anything, even if I didn’t know what the hell I was fighting.Her mouth parted, and a sound came out. It wasn't anywhere close to a word, but just a breath that sounded too broken and thin.“She’s fading,” Maverick said somewhere to my left. “I don't th
Vivienne's POV The quiet was worse than the noise. There was no shouting, no revving chorus, and most importantly, no crowd pressing in close enough to blur the edges of my fear. I knew I should be grateful for the drastic drop in number, considering how many bikes had followed us here, but for some strange reason, I just couldn't shake it off. You know that saying that goes “Less is more”? Maybe it didn't mean anything good. Maybe it was actually meant for situations like this which simply meant less bikes only meant more trouble. “Stop it,” I mentally chided myself. “You're spiraling.” It was true, but sadly, acceptance did nothing to help me. I inhaled and exhaled as I did a quick sweep of the place. There were just four bikes lined up under dim lights, engines idling low, with the air thick with fuel and tension and something unsaid. The day was well on its way to breaking and even though all my life I'd always looked forward to the sun rising, I liked to think everyone wo
Vivienne's POV The noise had softened into something almost pleasant by the time it started to go wrong. I should have known better than to think that whatever pleasant atmosphere would last for the rest of the night, or till whenever this hanging exit was meant to last. I knew I shouldn't have done that, but I genuinely wanted things to go my way, even if it was for a little while. Apparently, mother nature had other plans for me, and they weren't nice. All around me, the engines were quiet, and laughter carried in loose bursts. Someone had music playing low, the kind that didn’t demand attention but filled the gaps between conversations. It felt like a pause, like the night had finally exhaled, and honestly nothing like the biker's den back home. I sat on the edge of a bench near the bikes, hands wrapped around a bottle I hadn’t touched in a while. One of the drunk bikers had shoved it into my grip a little over an hour ago, but I didn't even bother sniffing it. I was still r




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