[Isolde]
I'd been having nightmares ever since that day.
Every single night, without fail, I'd jolt awake in the uncomfortable hospital chair beside Nikolai's bed, my heart racing and my shirt soaked through with cold sweats. The nurses had offered me a bed in an empty room down the hall, but I couldn't bring myself to leave him alone. Not when he needed me most.
You'd think that after all the horrors I'd witnessed—the supernatural entities hunting me, the violent confrontations, nearly dying multiple times—my biggest fear would be Death itself finally claiming me. And don't get me wrong, I was still terrified of dying prematurely. Of leaving things unfinished. Of not being there when people needed me.
But my nightmares had nothing to do with that.
Instead, they were always about Rick
