Ethan felt a dull, constant ache running through his back. He opened his eyes, blinking against the harsh, white light. He was in a basic hospital bed, the sheets rough. He tried to move, but a slight metallic pressure reminded him of his situation: he was handcuffed to the headboard.
"Don't try to move too much," a familiar voice said. "They've put stitches all over your back. If you do, you'll tear them open, and you don't want to feel that pain without anesthetic."
Ethan turned his head with difficulty. Officer Sparks was sitting next to the bed. She was dressed in sexy, casual clothes—dark, tailored jeans and a simple but form-fitting top that highlighted the curves previously hidden by her bulky uniform. Her black hair was neatly tied back, giving her a professional, controlled look despite the civilian attire. Her taut, sexy body was now strikingly noticeable, a stark contrast to the sterile room. She looked exhausted, but serene.
