DERRICK'S POV
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the smell. That unmistakable smell of herbs, alcohol, disinfectant, and blood. It wasn't such a mystery where I was. The last thing I did recall was jumping in to save Nathan.
I stared at the ceiling for a second, trying to process the fact that I was still alive. Honestly… I didn't expect to wake up again after what happened. My stomach… I remembered the stabbing. The pain. The blood. Nathan's face as he cried and held me like I was about to leave him forever.
And it was at that moment, a very cliché moment, that I decided to confess my feelings to him. I had been so desperate for him to know, even forgetting the fact that he must've been too overwhelmed by me getting hurt trying to save him, and I added to it by confessing that I loved him.
I groaned softly and shifted on the bed. Surprisingly… there was no pain. Weird. Not even the faintest one like I was expecting. It was as if I was never stabbed.
