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Oh my god. Oh my god. This isn’t real. This can’t be real.

Chapter Thirty

Liam

That distinct sterile smell, that always seems to turn my stomach, fills my nose. A faint beeping sounds in the background as I attempt to open my eyes.

“Oh my god! He’s awake!” I hear Skyla say, her sweet voice going straight to my chest, forcing my heart to beat a little faster.

“Liam! Liam! Can you hear me?” she practically shouts.

Voice of an angel aside, she could turn it down a bit.

It takes a few tries but I’m finally able to pry my eyes open. When I do, at first, all I see is Skyla. She’s inches away from my face, black streaks tracked down her cheeks, her eyes red and swollen. Concern instantly fills me.

“What’s wrong, babygirl?” I rasp, my throat drier than a fucking desert.

She laughs hollowly as it breaks off into a sob. Skyla rests her head on my chest, sobbing her eyes out as my eyes fully adjust to the room. I’m in a hospital room, I’m in the bed and Asher, Ronan and Vincent are here as well.

Looking past Skyla, I see one of my legs has rods going through it, keeping it straight. It’s fucking nasty to look at.Everything else looks fine, but when I lift my hand and touch my head, I realize it’s wrapped in a bandage.

“What the fuck happened to me?” I ask.

Skyla pulls away from me, sniffing back tears as she looks down at me.

“You were in an accident. You lost your brakes, and you went into an intersection. You’re lucky to be alive,” she says, her voice cracking at the end.

I reach out for her hand, cupping it in mine as I squeeze.

“I’m okay, babygirl. Look at me? Picture of health!” I try to smile.

Asher scoffs. “Yeah, except for the leg that’s broken in three places, two fractured ribs, a concussion and your ear that was damn near sliced off.”

My head turns to look at Skyla.

“Yeah, except all that.”

She lets out a pitiful chuckle as I look back to Asher.

“Myear?”

He nods. “They were able to reattach it, but it got all fucked up.”

“My car?” I ask, way more concerned about that than a fucking ear right now.

Ronan shakes his head. I feel my body deflate, and my ribs scream in pain at the exhale I let out. Ah, that must be those pesky fractured ribs Asher was talking about.

“We will get you a new one. It’s just a car,” Skyla says. “When we pulled up…I thought you were…” she trails off, fresh tears spilling over her cheeks.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m fine. I’m here,” I say. “C’mere.”

I attempt to scoot over, but the whole leg being screwed together makes that a little hard. Skyla settles for sitting on the side of the bed as I wrap my arm around her.

“What happened?” Vincent asks, direct and un-personable as ever.

I wrack my brain to try to think of the last moments I can remember.

“I was driving to get food for Skyla,” I say with a frown. “I facetimed her and Ronan answered. I was about to watch them have sex—”

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