RAY'S POV

“Are you awake?” “How many fingers am I holding up?”

I had fallen unconscious where they threw me off.

My vision was blurred as I could not make out the person's face.

I tried to sit up but failed miserably as the pain shot up my entire bones.

Where was I? How long had I passed out?

Thankfully, my doctor found me in time.

Here I was, still stuck in Los Angeles, treating my open wounds which I had secured while trying to save my step sister.

My head was in a frenzy as I recalled her determined face. I had risked it all then to finally be...