Chapter 58: Losing a forever kind of love.

As he woke, three things hit Kit. He could smell the hospital’s disinfectant. A monitor beeping pierced his groggy sleep, and lastly, these were not the soft sheets he was used to at home or on vacation. His eyes opened to glaring sunlight and a white ceiling. Licking his lips, he felt like he’d not drunk water in three days. His splitting headache seconded that notion.

“Kit?” Harry’s voice was frantic. “Thank god you’re ...