Recovery and Tensions

The oxygen tank was small, but it was enough to help me. Slowly, the pain in my heart subsided with every breath I took, and I started to come around. I opened my eyes and saw Jackson standing by the bed I was in, a frown on his face. I was confused and a bit stunned. Was it Jackson who had saved me? And where was I? Had the person who’d once tried to k ill me just saved me? I pulled the oxygen mask away from my face and struggled to get up from the bed. Jackson pressed me back down and said, “Don’t move.” I pushed his hand away. “I’m fine. Thank you for your help, Alpha Sterling.” Determined to get away from this dangerous shifter as quickly as possible, I forced myself to sit up and get out of the ma*sive bed, holding onto the bedside table for support. After taking a couple of seconds to get used to being upright, I stood. Immediately, dizziness overtook me again. I swayed, trying to focus on the door across the hotel room. Staring at a fixed point usually helped. Not this time. Wa