NATHAN POV

A dull ache throbbed in my side as my eyes fluttered open. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, the scent of fresh linen and antiseptic filling my senses.

Where the hell was I?

I sat up slowly, expecting the pain to hit me, but nothing. I placed a hand over my side, where I knew I had been stabbed. The wound was gone. Not even a scar remained.

That wasnt normal.

A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts, and a ...