White walls. White sheets. The soft hum of machines. Tina blinked against the brightness, her icy blue eyes scanning the sterile surroundings. Something was… off. Her head felt like a snowstorm, thoughts swirling without form. She tried to sit up, but her limbs felt like lead. The quiet beep of the monitors pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat.
Andrew was there. Of course he was there—golden-brown hair catching the soft light, hazel eyes calm, but brimming with a kind of amused relief that made Tina's chest tighten. Her alpha instincts flickered nervously. Her body immediately picked up on his scent: honey, warm, grounding. The pheromones hit her before she fully remembered why, and her heart raced.
"Welcome back, Tina."
He whispered, brushing a stray silver strand from her face. His voice was soft, teasing, but careful—careful not to startle her.
"Don't worry, I kept the room intact."
Tina frowned, her mind grappling with fragments.
