“You should’ve told me.”

His voice comes rough. Like it’s been simmering behind his teeth for too long.

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The soft beeping from the heart monitor matches the ache at the base of my spine. My eyes flutter open; it's dry and scratchy, but the light in the room is dim and warm. Not blinding like I expected.

It takes me a second to realize where I am.

Hospital.

Blue.

The fall.

My hands shoot toward my belly—panic races through my chest—but then I feel it. The steady rise and fall. The soft curve. No pain. No bleeding. Just sore.

“Hey.”

My gaze snaps left.

Reo’s there. Slouched in a...