Dami’s POV

Then his eyes fluttered open. His gaze was unfocused at first, the deep hazel I once memorized now dulled with pain. Then it found me slow, confused, and searching.

“Dami?” His voice was rough, barely a whisper.

I swallowed hard. “Don’t move. You hit your head.”

He blinked a few times, struggling to sit up. I placed a firm hand on his chest. “I said don’t move.”

He obeyed for once, eyes darting around the room before returning to me. "What happened?”

“You ...