I regained consciousness and immediately realized that something was different. Denver was beside me in bed, with a static look filled with distress and concern.
I joked, trying to ease the tension: “Assessing which spell you'll use to kill me?” I sat up slowly, but I felt weak and dizzy.
“Sophie? You've finally awakened!” he quickly replied.
“Finally? How long have I been sleeping?” I asked, surprised.
“For... How long do you think?” Denver hesitated for a moment before responding.
I looked at him, realizing it was much longer than I had imagined. “For my well-being, just a day... Three days?” I asked curiously.
“In reality... It's been a month since you passed out. We were very worried,” he admitted awkwardly.
My reaction was one of shock: “A MONTH?” I exclaimed, covering my mouth
