Larissa’s eyes fluttered open, and she was instantly blinded by the bright lights above her. Disoriented and weak, she blinked a few times, trying to adjust to her surroundings. The sterile smell of antiseptic and the rhythmic beeping of a monitor filled the room, confirming that she was in a hospital. She turned her head slightly, her gaze landing on a familiar figure seated across from her. Jasper.
He was leaning forward, his head resting in his hands, his usually sharp and composed demeanor replaced by exhaustion. His shirt was wrinkled, and faint shadows under his eyes suggested he hadn’t slept in days. Larissa opened her mouth to call out to him, but no sound came. Her lips felt dry, her throat parched. She stirred slightly, the small movement enough to draw Jasper’s attention. His h
