Celeste
I woke slowly.
For a few seconds, I didn’t know where I was.
Then I felt the mattress beneath me, the soft weight of the blankets covering my body, and the familiar scent surrounding me.
Jamie.
I opened my eyes.
I was in his room.
Home.
The thought should have made me feel completely safe.
Instead, a strange uneasiness settled in the pit of my stomach.
I pushed it aside.
I was home.
That was what mattered.
No more hospital machines.
No more nurses waking me every few hours.
No more antiseptic smell or bright lights burning into my eyes.
Just quiet.
Peace.
And Jamie.
My body was still reminding me of what had happened with every breath I took. The wound in my chest ached constantly, and even the smallest movement could send a sharp burst of pain through me.
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