Ethan POV

I woke up choking.

Air hit my lungs too fast, too sharp. I coughed and turned my head, my throat burning like I had swallowed fire. The room smelled of disinfectant and metal. Hospital. I knew that smell. I hated it.

My head throbbed. A deep, slow pain. Like something heavy was still pressing inside my skull.

I tried to move.

Pain answered.

My wrist burned. My shoulder screamed. My ribs felt tight, wrapped in invisible wire. I let out a low sound before I could stop myself. It ...