[Rosie POV]
The beeping sound of a holster machine was heard. The smell of disinfectant made my nose quiver.
My head throbs as I squint my eyes.
My breath was slow and I felt something something warm and cozy on me. Steadily, I spur my eyes open.
It took a while for me to get a lucid picture of a white wall beside me.
I was alive...oh thank goodness, I survived for my babies. That was a close hit.
Then I felt a touch, one so familiar that I got jinxed. Nervously, I rolled my eyes and found him. Perhaps it was an illusion, but then...he was the one.
I widened my eyes, stunned to find Alpha Damian beside me, holding my hand. I could sense worries in his eyes, or perhaps I was just hallucinating.
I fret where I lay, jerking up from the bed and panting softly while I flinch his hand away from me.
He was real!
He seemed relaxed, and I was baffled. Was he the one who ran over me? It was so hard to believe this, perhaps I was dead, and he was the devil who wanted to take my soul.
