Miranda came to in agony. A sharp pain radiated from her temple and nausea roiled in her stomach. Her whole world felt fuzzy. Some part of her brain catalogued injuries. Concussion. Multiple contusions. Abrasions. One eye would barely open. Her limbs were numb with pain. She couldn't breathe properly, and copper coated the back of her throat. Blood.
The relief of unconsciousness dragged at her like a riptide. Everything would feel better if she could just sleep... But there was some reason she couldn't do that.
What the hell had happened? Had she been in a wreck?
Something dinged. What was that? Some kind of monitor? Was she in the hospital?
"Son of a bitch."
The angry male voice had her one good eye going wide.
Harley.