Chapter Eight

Tyler's POV

My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. Beep... beep... beep... What was that annoying sound? I cracked open my eyes, wincing at the bright light. Hospital. Great.

"Mr. Marsh? Can you hear me?" A blurry face swam into view.

I grunted, my throat dry as sandpaper. "Unfortunately."...

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