Ninety-first Chapter

My eyelashes slowly fluttered open. Instantly attacked by really bright light, I closed them, giving it a moment before trying to open them again. The painful feeling of its intense impact reduced as my blurry vision adjusted to reveal images of things around me. After a few more blinks, I noticed the familiar arrangement of a hospital room. The sterile white walls, the bright overhead lights, the small TV hanging on the wall with the small fridge directly beneath it, all seemed to stare back at me. As my eyes traveled through each item, they fell on the person who sat by my bed.

“Rain?"

I managed to mumble, my voice raw and weak, unsure that he was going to hear me. He did. He looked up from his phone. When his eyes met mine, they immediately lit up. A smile of relief crept onto his face.

“Hey beautiful." He said, his voice filled with warmth.

He leaned forward in his chair, taking his hand to delicately stroke my hair. It then occurred to me