Damien’s POV The doctor was suddenly there, his hands pressing me back against the bed. “Mr. Voss, you need to stop moving right now.” His voice was clipped, professional but sharp. “The bupivacaine injection we used during surgery to extract the bullet hasn’t fully worn off yet. You’ll tear your stitches open if you keep this up. You need rest.” “Get your hands off me! You don’t get to tell me what I need,” I struggled to say, as I tried to break out of his grip. “Easy now, sir. Calm down,” he said as though he was talking to a teenager that was throwing a tantrum because he couldn’t get what he wanted. I tried to keep my eyes open, but they felt heavy, dragging shut despite me fighting them. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. My body didn’t feel like mine anymore. “Get… Isabella…” I murmured, my lips barely moving. And then the darkness swallowed me whole. **** When I opened my eyes, the doctor and nurses were gone. I felt steadier, but my head still felt like a dr
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