MATTEO'S POV
I was already losing consciousness when they got me home. My vision was fading, the pain in my shoulder pulsing with every heartbeat. Leon wasted no time getting a doctor. He was panicking—jeez, that bastard.
This was his chance to finally get rid of me. Yet, here he was, running around, making sure I survived.
A part of me wanted to laugh at the irony. He hated me, but he needed me.
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When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the sunlight streaming through my bedroom window, casting a warm glow on the walls. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the brightness. My entire body felt stiff, but the pain was manageable.
I turned my head slightly and spotted Leon slumped in the chair across from me, his hands covering his face. He looked exhausted.
My throat was dry as hell. I swallowed and rasped, “I need some water.”
Leon’s head snapped up. He blinked at me for a second, then quickly grabbed a glass from the table and handed it to me.