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The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the white ceiling. The second thing I saw was Liam, sitting in a chair next to my bed, a book in his lap.
He looked up, his eyes meeting mine. "You're awake," he said.
I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my side stopped me.
"Easy," he said, putting a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You were shot with a silver bullet. You lost a lot of blood."
I looked down, pulling up my hospital gown to see a large bandage on my side. "I didn't even know," I said, my voice hoarse.
"The adrenaline from the fight must have masked the pain," he said, closing the book and setting it aside. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I've been hit by a truck," I said, a weak smile on my lips.
He smiled back, a genuine and warm smile that made my heart skip a b
