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Better than sorry.

STEPHEN'S POV

The first thing I was able to recognize was the dull scent of caramel vaguely present in the room. The next thing that hit was the bright light bulbs on a mission to permanently blind even through my eyelids. The last thing to register was the dull ache in my jaw and my nose.

I tried to move my mouth just a bit, feeling the stitches on my face move a bit with the action. Finally, I let my eyes flutter open, immediately regretting the action as the light met with my eyeballs head on, this time without the saving grace of my eyelids. I squinted, anything to shield my sight from the torture as I tried to find a comfortable position from where I was seemingly laid down.

My back hurt. Really badly.

Eventually, I somehow found a way to sit up, the action making every single bruise and cut in my body alert and hyper aware. My eyes lingered on my left hand, my gaze trailing up to see the blood bag the drip thing was connected to. I looked up to see a mirror situated on the d
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