Bound to the Alpha

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Jhune's POV

'Jhune…'

Where am I?

My body felt numb.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. The light was blinding, forcing me to blink several times until my vision adjusted.

I could barely lift a finger. I couldn't move. Gasping for air, I tried to steady myself.

I tried to move, but no matter how hard I struggled, my body refused to cooperate. My gaze remained fixed on the white ceiling as I desperately tried to piece together what had happened.

The memories of the accident were blurry, like fragments slipping through my fingers. I scanned the room I was in, hoping to see someone—anyone—but I was alone.

The silence in the room was suffocating, amplifying the emptiness.

The creak of a door opening broke the stillness, pulling my attention. A nurse entered the room, her face instantly lighting up with shock when our eyes met.

Moments later, several medical staff rushed in. A doctor approached me, his lips were moving, but his words were muffled. It was like listening through a thick wall—I couldn’t make sense of what he was saying.

I stayed still, watching as they buzzed around me, their hands checking, prodding, and assessing. One nurse leaned close and shone a light directly into my eyes, making me flinch.

The room erupted with murmurs, their voices overlapping and blending into incomprehensible noise.

"Can you hear me?" the doctor asked.

I nodded, but I couldn’t speak. Something was lodged in my throat—some kind of tube.

"Do you know who you are?" he asked again.

I nodded once more.

It was strange to be asked questions like this, but I respond anyway.

"Do you remember what happened to you?"

Yes. I was in an accident.

I nodded again, then closed my eyes, trying to recall the events. Pain stabbed through my head as the blurry memories flickered back.

What day is it? How long have I been unconscious?

Everyone’s urgency felt exaggerated, almost overwhelming. Was my accident really that bad?

Those questions were answered a few days later when the doctor told me I’d been in a coma for three days.

Three days? I could hardly believe it.

They said I was fortunate to have woken up without memory loss, especially considering the head injury I’d sustained.

I closed my eyes, frustration building. Since waking up, I hadn’t seen Zack—not even Russel.

Don’t they know I was in an accident?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. When I looked up, my eyes widened—it was Russel. He entered the room.

"I’m glad you’re awake," he said warmly, stopping at my bedside. "How are you feeling?"

"I’m okay," I replied, touching the bandages wrapped around my head. "Where’s Zack?"

I noticed him freeze at the question, his smile faltering slightly.

I frowned in his silence. "Russel?"