CHAP 31

I felt someone brushing my hair as I awoke. Gently and sweetly, as though lulling me back to sleep. It was cold all around me, and there's also a strange, familiar smell that stings my nose.

"Baby, I'm always here for you. We will get through this," I heard someone mutter, and then felt something touch my forehead.

I slowly opened my eyes, and Zachary's face greeted me. There is a trace of worry and trouble on his face. His hair was a mess, and the bottom of his eyes were almost black, as if he hadn't slept in days.

My expression was blank. I ignored his presence and looked around. The room was painted all white, and I was lying in a hospital bed with dextrose attached to me. The bandage on my wrist did not escape my sight either. In those moments, my memories slowly returned before I even lost consciousness. I closed my eyes again and let out a tired breath.

"How are you? Do you need anything? Do you want to drink?" he asked one after another.

"How many days have I been here?" I aske