It had been barely an hour before Grey was dragged out of a deep, heavy sleep by a sudden cramp in his stomach.
The pain came sharp and overwhelming. It felt as though everything inside him was twisting and knotting, turning in on itself, like something was being cut deep within him.
His breath hitched as the sensation intensified, spreading and tightening until it was impossible to ignore.
He tossed on the bed, clutching his stomach, his breathing uneven and strained. The room was dark. When he tried to stretch and reach for the light, the pain flared violently with the movement, forcing a broken sound from his throat.
For a brief, terrifying moment, he genuinely thought he was going to die.
The pain worsened with every passing second. He tried to call out, but no sound came. His throat locked up, his voice completely useless.
