Miller
Everything was white. It wasn't just the room, but the high hum that vibrated in the back of my skull. My head felt like it had been raked open and stuffed with cotton.
I tried to shift, but a sharp, stabbing pain behind my eyes made me hiss and stay still. The last thing I remembered was the roar of the crowd, being pushed hard against the boards, being rushed to the hospital—and then nothing.
I blinked, my vision slowly coming into focus. This wasn't the Glacier Dome clinic, even though the smell of antiseptic and the rhythmic beep-beep-beep of a monitor told me I was in a hospital.
I groaned softly, my hand twitching on the bedsheets, and that was when I felt it.
Something warm. Something solid.
I turned my head slowly, even though every inch of movement felt like an ordeal. There, right at the edge of my mattress, was a head of blonde hair.
Leo.
