Celeste’s POV
When I woke, the world was still wrapped in darkness.
For a moment, I didn’t know what had pulled me from sleep. Then I felt the familiar weight of Jamie’s body pressed against my back, his arms securely wrapped around me.
Safe.
That was the first thought that came to mind.
I hugged the pillow against my chest, just as the doctor had instructed. It helped support my injured side and took the edge off the pain whenever I breathed too deeply.
Every day, I could feel myself getting stronger.
My lung was healing. Slowly, but surely.
Four times a day, I forced myself through the breathing exercises the doctor had given me. I took my medication exactly when I was supposed to and used my spirometer religiously, even on the days when I was tired and wanted nothing more than t
