No One's Pov
Lily's eyelashes fluttered open, feeling impossibly heavy, as the harsh light of a white ceiling slowly came into focus. A sharp throbbing ache flared across her abdomen, making her wince softly. The quiet beep of a heart monitor echoed in the room, accompanied by the distinct smell of antiseptic.
Then, underlying it all, she caught a familiar scent of someone's cologne.
Lily turned her head slowly on the pillow. Sitting on a low chair right beside her bed was Lucian. He had crossed his arms over the edge of her mattress, resting his head upon his forearms as he slept. His fluffy hair fell loosely across his forehead, and she could clearly see thick white bandages wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders and chest beneath his loosened shirt. He looked exhausted.
