Damian's eyes snapped open and he jolted upright, only for a sharp stab of pain to pierce through his ribs, forcing him to collapse back onto the bed.
"Aaah!"
He gasped, his body trembling as agony rippled through him. It felt as though he had been struck by a truck. He buried his face into the mattress, gritting his teeth while clutching his chest with both hands.
"He's awake!"
Hazel's voice rang from somewhere nearby. The bed shifted beneath him and he felt the distinct weight of more than one person moving around him, which only deepened his confusion.
Did Clara come over?
Or was he in Clara's place?
He forced himself to lift his head, wincing as he tried to see who surrounded him. What he saw left him stunned. Hazel sat to his right, gently lifting his head and resting it on her soft thighs. But to his left stood a face he did not recognize.
