Chapter 30
Ronan's eyes snapped open, his breathing heavy as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. Gently, he sat up on the bed, his brows furrowed. There wasn't anyone around. Cold air brushed against his skin, sterile and dry. The faint hum of malfunctioning machines buzzed from the corner.
Where am I?
His arm twitched as he lifted it to brush the damp strands of hair from his forehead, but something tugged him back. He looked down. An IV line. Connected straight into his vein. That's when it clicked—hospital. Or something that passed for one.
"Anyone out there?" His voice rasped like gravel, the sound foreign to his ears.
No answer.
No movement.
He yanked the IV out with a quick, sharp jerk and slid off the bed. His legs felt stiff but stable. Like muscle memory had taken over before his mind caught up.
