Ava's POV
10:36 a.m. — Mexico, Intensive Care Unit
I was going to lose my damn mind.
It hadn't even been a full twenty-four hours.
I was already sick of having a tube shoved down my throat while everyone talked around me.
I reached for my notepad.
HOW MUCH LONGER?
Tootsie glanced up.
“Little Mama, you've asked me that four times.”
I held up five fingers.
She laughed.
“Fine. Five.”
Blaze stood near the window with Iron.
I scribbled another message.
HE'S PACING AGAIN.
“Darlin', I can hear you writing about me.”
I rolled my eyes.
Iron laughed.
The door opened.
Dr. Herrera entered with a respiratory therapist and an ICU nurse.
My heart immediately started pounding.
“Good morning, Ava.”
I practically shoved my notepad toward him.
TUBE OUT?
He smiled.
“Your airway swell
