Averys POV
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I woke up to the sound of a beeping noise and a difficulty to move. I closed my eyes quickly when I felt the strong light burn my cornea.
I decided to open them for a few seconds each time and slowly adjust to the brightness.
After a few moments, I flickered them open and saw the lamp hanging in the ceiling. I looked around and realized that I was in a hospital room. The walls were yellow and they had some painting hung up to break the awfully boring wallpaper.
As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on a beautiful man sleeping on a chair next to my bed. His head was rested on the bed and his arms used as a pillow. I gently stroked his head and he flew up, startling me.
”I’m sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.” I said quietly. Cringing when I heard my own voice. I sounded like an old woman who had smoked her whole life.
”Avery? Am I dreaming?” James asked me and took my hand.