I lay in the ICU for a full week. When I finally blinked awake, the very first thing I saw was Sebastian, slumped over the edge of my bed, fast asleep.
He’d dropped so much weight he looked gaunt, completely different from the man I knew. Stubbly blue-black bristles covered his jaw, and heavy dark bruises hung under his eyes.
His hand was clamped tight around mine, like he was terrified I’d slip away if he let go even for a second.
I wiggled my fingers just a little. He jolted awake instantly. Before the red veins in his eyes could even clear, wild, bright joy came flooding over his face.
"Queenie! You’re awake? Does anything hurt?" He fumbled wildly to press the call button for the nurse, then fumbled even harder, trying to pour me a glass of water.
This was Dr. Foster, the man who n
