NINETEEN

OLIVER

My head felt like a jackhammer was hitting it. I groaned and tried to move my body that seemed trapped but the pain that shot through me made me relax. My eyes fluttered open, and I was blinded by bright lights. I tried to raise my hand to shield my eyes, but it seemed heavy, so I shut them again. When I opened them again, my vision had normalized, and I realized that I was staring at the ceiling of a hospital room. The accident flashed in my eyes.

"Fuck it, that son-of-a bitch," I cursed. I knew that it was a staged accident, but I was yet to find out who did that.

"Welcome back," a too-familiar voice said. I turned and saw Dante sitting on a chair beside my bed. I eyed him and sat up in bed. A cannula was attached to my hand and my left leg was wrapped up in bandages making them look big and a splitting pain came from there. "No serious injuries, no internal bleeding, only a few broken ribs, and a broken limb," Dante explained.

"Can I get the fuck o