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KELLAN'S POV

I woke up to my head banging like a sledgehammer against my skull. For the first few moments, everything was fuzzy: the sharp white of the hospital lights cut into my vision enough to further inflame the ache within my head.

For a couple of seconds, I had no clue as to where I was; I was hot, my throat parched. It felt like some truck ran me over, and my body was a million pounds. Then, in a rush, it came to me– the vase, Olivia, Sharon's screaming face.

I blinked a couple of times, fighting to bring my vision into focus. And when my eyes finally did come into focus, I saw her: Olivia, pale seated beside my bed with her eyes red from crying. The instant she saw me wake up, she let out a gasp, her hands flying up to cover her mouth.

"Kellan," she whispered hoarse with fear. Immediately, she started to well up with tears.