When Rihan woke up, his first instinct was to sink back into sleep. His body felt heavy, pleasantly numb, but he forced himself to stay awake, blinking until his eyes adjusted to the bright hospital light flooding the room.
He wasn't in pain, just sore. Deeply, thoroughly sore.
Memory came rushing back in fragments. The assailants breaking into his condo. The chaos. The gunshots. Taeryn shooting them down without hesitation. And then… nothing.
Rihan pushed himself upright, wincing slightly as he noticed the IV drip beside him, the bag nearly empty. His hand was neatly bandaged, the gauze clean and tight.
He stared at it for a moment... Taeryn wasn't here.
With a quiet huff of irritation, he reached up and pulled the IV needle out of his arm. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing just as the door opened.
Sangwon walked in first, Youngsoo right behind him.
Both froze.
Sangwon's eyes widened. "Rihan! What are you doing?"
