Liam's POV
It had been a week since my desperate escape from the hospital...seven days of hiding in my own home like a wounded animal, fearful of the predator that had once been my wife.
Dr. Jason had been nothing short of a godsend. After I'd called him that first night, he'd arrived within the hour, medical bag in hand, face professionally neutral despite the obvious questions my appearance must have raised.
He'd treated my wounds without judgment, replacing the hospital's hasty bandages with proper dressings, prescribing painkillers that actually worked, and checking in daily to ensure infection hadn't set in where my IV had been ripped out.
"You're healing remarkably well, he'd said this morning during his visit, examining the bruising around my ribs."
