Daisy’s POV
I wake up once again in a cold sweat, tears streaming down my face, my body shaking as the edges of my vision still show the tree rushing toward me. This time it was different, this time it was worse, parts of my accident mixing in with the shadows of everything happening to the businesses of Main Street and before.
My door creaks open, Noah’s dishevelled head poking into the room, concern etched on his face.
Seeing I’m awake, he opens the door further, his gaze roaming over my huddled body sitting upright in the middle of my bed before he steps into the room completely and makes his way toward me.
Sinking down onto the floor beside my bed, he eyes me for a moment, ‘you OK?’ he asks finally.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nod tersely, not trusting myself to speak. It
