At midnight the hospital is quiet as a mouse, but that soon changes as a sudden ruckus outside makes anyone present in the building turn their heads. A group of burly, armed men come bursting through the doors, with Theo at the lead. He scans each direction in the room until he spots you, immediately making a beeline for your bedside. His men move around the room, taking positions at the entrance and exit while Theo grabs a chair and sits next to you.

"What the hell happened?" He says, his face a mixture of worry and anger as he looks at your injured hand.

He carefully grabs your hand, his touch gentle and tender as he examines the swollen pinky, his eyes narrowing as he sees the extent of the injury. His other hand clenches into a tight fist, knuckles turning white from the pressure.

"Damn it, cara, I leave you alone for days and this happens?! A broken finger from some stupid stunt you pulled?"

He lets out a rough sigh as he lets your hand go, leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, his gaze turns intense as he stares at your face, studying your expression. He reaches out and grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I told you not to mess with those extreme sports. They're dangerous and reckless, and you could have been seriously hurt. What the hell were you thinking?"