Third person's POV Jackson Maddox woke slowly, as if the world had to coax him back from the place where pain had been living under his skin. The hospital room appeared in soft squares of light that the morning sun coaxed through the blinds. His eyes fluttered, fighting gravity, fighting memory, fighting whatever fog the medication had wrapped around him. For a moment he did not know his own name. Then he saw Liam Sinclair sitting by the bed, his head bent, hands clasped, breathing like each exhale carried a prayer he was afraid to say out loud.A low sound came from Jackson. It was not quite a word, not quite a groan. Just a broken edge of voice. Liam jerked upright and blinked fast, the relief hitting him so strongly that his shoulders softened all at once.Doctor Patel, who stood by the monitor, gave a tiny nod. Janet, who had stationed herself beside the door like an overworked guard dog, whispered something that might have been Thank God.Jackson’s hand shifted on the blanket. L
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