Vivian Sterling quickly looked over.
Ian Donovan's eyelashes trembled as he slowly opened his eyes. He stared at the white ceiling, his head spinning violently.
"Ian, you're finally awake! You had us worried sick. Thank God you're okay."
Ian's pupils were unfocused and scattered. His mind was a mess of fragmented memories flashing by—a dark night, heavy rain, a mountaintop, a cold wind—forming an incomplete picture.
He slowly turned his head, looking at the joyful Leon Grant before his gaze finally settled on Vivian Sterling.
'Last night… I think I went to Mount Feron to save Vivian Sterling. It was too cold on the summit, so I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was in the hospital.'
His colorless lips parted, trying to say something, but he found he had no strength at all. His head was spinning horribly.
