Savio’s POV.
My head hurts, my limbs are numb and I can’t think beyond the pain I feel all over my body.
I lie there for a moment, lost in the space between total unconsciousness and overwhelming awareness, when a hand brushes my forehead and a familiar lilting voice whispers in my ears.
Isadora.
My eyes fly open. I'm in my bedroom with Isadora hovering over me. She smiles when she sees that I’m awake, but all I can manage is utter confusion and shock at her presence.
Why was she here?
Why was she looking at me like that?
Why did everything hurt so damn much?
She hums under her breath and runs a finger down the side of my face. I want to sit up and grab her finger, but I can’t move any of my limbs and the pain in my bones wouldn’t let me sit up or move properly even if I tried to.
