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༻ Rose's POV: ༺
Logan Sternato saved my life.
I'd woken up to a flurry of doctors and nurses, all of them offering me comforting words and smiles while they worked around me. The room I was in was full of machinery, but didn't look anything like a hospital. The bed was large and comfortable, scattered with plush pillows and fur throws. The walls were decorated in paintings of the ocean and across from the bed was a large window offering a view of a lake.
The sun glinted off the surface of the water, sparkling. Birds swooped and dived down, gliding through the water before lurching back up into the clear blue sky. Trees scattered the horizon, creating an enclosure around the lake. A place of peace and serenity, closed off from the rest of the world.
The floors of the room were a soft oak, the walls a cream colour, the frames of the paintings golden and reflecting the sunlight. The nurses tending to me didn't look weathered and stressed the way they had last time I was in the hospital, they didn't rush around frantically, didn't yell down the hall to each other, didn't yell at all really. Everything was quiet. Calm. Comforting. 
I dozed in and out of sleep for a couple of days, I was told. When I finally woke, it was to the sound of Logan's voice, barking orders from outside of my room. He did that a lot over the following days, gave out orders and snapped at nurses and monitored my recovery as though he had any kind of medical training. One of the nurses, Miranda, offered me an eye roll several times while his back was turned.
I didn't tell anyone, but I quite enjoyed how overbearing he was being.
He'd brought me to his family's private hospital, hence why it was so luxurious. This was where Logan himself was treated if he ever needed it. These doctors and nurses worked directly for him and were probably paid quite generously for putting up with his demands. 
The first few days, I was constantly under observation. I had a tube shoved down my throat to help me with my breathing. Apparently, there was a risk of my throat swelling and closing because of the smoke I'd inhaled. It was quite uncomfortable, but I was so tired, I spent most of those days sleeping, barely aware of what was going on.
My burns were treated instantly and the nurses redressed them every morning. They were pleased with how well I was healing, or at least, that's what they told Logan, possibly to keep his temper at bay. He could get quite irritable with them, especially when Mia wasn't around.
Once the tube was removed, I was given an oxygen mask and began breathing exercises with a breathing coach that Logan had brought in from God only knows where. The man was very obviously scared of Logan, his voice become nothing more than a nervous squeak whenever he was around and his forehead became incredibly sweaty. However, when Logan wasn't around, he was nice enough and he was happy with my progress and confident there was no long-term damage to my lungs.
Everyone kept telling me I was incredibly lucky. Logan had arrived almost immediately after I'd passed out. He'd stripped me out of my burning clothes – which was utterly humiliating – and wrapped me in a fireproof blanket. The doctors repeatedly told me that if he hadn't have done this, they would have been looking at surgery and skin grafts. He'd taken the fireproof blanket from the fire brigade that pulled up seconds before he did. They were still jumping out of their truck and changing into their safety gear when he'd charged over, grabbed the blanket and marched inside without any protection of his own.
He'd spent the rest of that day being treated himself and only because Mia had demanded it. He'd breathed in a lot of smoke and had some minor burns on his hands and arms. I couldn't help but feel guilty whenever I saw the blistered skin on his hands – that he refused to have dressed. It all felt like my fault, even though I didn't start the fire. Nor did I expect him to walk straight into a burning building for me. I didn't feel worthy of that kind of sacrifice.