Chapter Eighty four; The dark haired beautiful one

DAMIEN POV

I opened my eyes and the first thing my brain picked up on was that everything hurts, and the second thing was my unfamiliar environment. A lot of questions were running through my mind. What happened? Where am I? Why does it feel like I have been run over by a truck twice?

I couldn’t coordinate a response to all these questions because my head feels muddled and did I mention that it hurts. The bright light of the room hurts so I shut my eyes, breathing in relieve when the pain reduced.

That is one problem taking care of. I don’t need Einstein to tell me that I have been hurt. It is the how that is taking time to come to me.

I opened my eyes again. It didn’t hurt as the first time. I looked around me to realise that I was in the hospital and I wasn’t alone. My mother was sitting on the hospital chair dosing.

“Mum!” My voice came out croaky and my throat felt very dry. She didn’t hear me, so I tried again, pushing through unused muscles to sound louder. I succeeded. She