I hear something I can’t quite place. My eyelids are heavy, and I somehow force them open. When I turn my head slightly, Archer comes into view, and a smile touches my lips. Before I can open my mouth to say his name, my brother stands.
“Everleigh.” Tyler walks toward me, and Archer joins him. They look like they haven’t slept in days, but relief covers their faces.
“Hey. Where am I?” My voice is almost unrecognizable to me. I try to swallow, but my throat is dry.
“You’re in the hospital,” Archer states, his voice low. “You got hurt.”
I don’t remember what happened, but there’s a dull ache in my lower abdomen. I’m hooked to an IV with a blood pressure cuff. The constant beeping drives me crazy. “How long have I been here?”
“Two days. You got stabbed, and the doctors did surgery to sto
