A dull ache spread across Bennett's chest as he slowly took in his surroundings. The steady hum of the oxygen machine seems louder as his gaze fell on Ciara.

She obviously looked like she had been crying. Her eyes were swollen and red, while her fingers remained tightly clasped together.

The moment she noticed he was awake, relief washed over her face.

"Bennett..." She hurried toward him. "You're awake."

He stared at her for several seconds.

Expressionless. Cold.

Without saying a word, he slowly pushed himself upright despite the sharp pain shooting through his side.

"Bennett." Ciara immediately reached out to support him. "Don't. The doctor said you shouldn't strain...