CHAPTER 20
Beep.
Beep.
When I opened my eyes, I realized I was lying on a hospital bed. My head pounded fiercely and a cold numbness crept through my body.
Stephen was sitting on the couch, reading a newspaper.
“Stephen—” I coughed, my throat as dry as the Sahara.
“Natalia, you’re awake.” He said, surprised.
He folded the newspaper and came over, concern written all over his face. I managed to sit up, resting my back against the pillow.
“How are you feeling now?” He took both my hands gently.
“Cold... and with a disgusting headache.” I gave a dry chuckle.
“That’s from the fever. You’ll be okay. Don’t worry.” He squeezed my hands and sighed.
“I’m sorry, Natalia.” He whispered.
“Why?” I frowned.
“Because I wasn’t there. I would’ve never let that happen to you.” He exhaled deeply
