(Avery’s POV)
Avery’s eyelids fluttered.
The harsh glare of fluorescent lights stabbed at his eyes as he blinked awake, the sterile scent of antiseptic burning in his nostrils. Cold sweat clung to his skin. Confused, disoriented, he scanned the hospital room.
Wasn’t he… dead?
“Avery!” a voice choked with relief.
Shawn stood at his bedside,...