Chapter 87

***LONDON'S POV***

I do not know how long I had been passed out but when I flick my eyes open, I hear a few nurses talking to the doctor.

"Please, can I get some water?" I manage to ask.

The people in the room all look surprised before a red-haired nurse walks up to the side of the bed, holding out a bottle of water for me to drink. Good thing there was a straw on it.

"Slowly. You still haven't recovered all of your strengths," she says, a polite smile tainting her kids.

I nod, hating how my head hurts at that small encounter.

"Where am I?" I ask after the nurse steps back away from me.

"Do you remember anything from your accident?" The doctor's voice calls out.

My brain had a small fog in it, it made it have to think, but looking at myself, I looked beaten up.

"Not really," I force my brain to think.

From the blurred vision I had, I knew my eyes were half closed. I hated it, but still, what could I do?

"Hmm! You need to rest, your brain needs time to relax,