Inside a spacious and Luxurious ward, Morgan could be seen, laying on a white king sized bed. His face was scrunched up, as if he was in pain.

His thick lashes fluttered open, revealing a pair of red and tired eyes, his brows got deeper, as his gaze scanned the room. A sharp and heavy smell of antiseptic and medicines wafted into his nose, one that he hated, making him suddenly nauseous.

He tried to get up, but realized that there were pipes connected to his body, he quickly yanked it off, grunting as the pain from his chest injury hit him hard.

His face was draped with sweat, as...