N8 tentatively opened the door to her room and peeked inside. Cydney appeared to be asleep. Her face was turned toward the window where sunlight streamed over the floor and bedcovers.
Slowly, silently, he moved toward the bed, but she must have sensed his presence, and swiveled her head around to greet him with a warm smile. Her face was pale, and dark circles underlined her eyes, but she looked incredibly beautiful.
“I’d hoped it was you,” she whispered.
Leaning down, he kissed her. “How do you feel?” He eyed the white bandages wrapped around her head, then down at the IV drip going into her arm. A nurse had already taken out the other IV from the last blood transfusion she’d been given.
“Tired. How’s F8? How are the rest of the gang?” She weakly patted the edge of the mattress in sil
