We won’t know how bad it is until we do more tests. On top of that, there are second degree burns and possible nerve damage,” the soft-spoken man said with undeniable sadness, making me wonder how truly severe my situation was. From the background chatter, I could gather that my parents were the ones being informed of my situation. Of course, my mother would be devastated if her only son was mangled and deformed. Ignoring her annoying cries, I kept up the pretense that I was still asleep in a deep coma, rehashing what had happened at the track before everything crashed and went in flames. And that damning dream of her. Of all the things to resurface in my subconscious, why in bloody Hades did it have to be her? I loathed anything and everything she represented. Selfish, money hungry, and only did things to serve herself. Once she had gotten what she had come for, she would eject you from her life as if the time you had spent with her meant not a damn thing at all. Never would I let a woman distract me.
