When I woke up everything was dark but someone was holding onto my hand, it was Sean. My father must have left because when my eyes swept over the room it was still the empty room I woke up to but with Sean sitting in a chair that wasn't here before.
He enveloped my hand in warmth that when I pulled my hand away my hand met with the bitter cold air of the atmosphere. He must have felt me move because he raised his head and smiled at me.
It was a genuine smile that was filled with comfort for me. "How are you?" he asked me and I looked at the tubes stuck to me and smiled at him, "What do you think?"
He chuckled and lied his head at the empty space on the bed and stared at my through his lashes.
"What?"
He chuckled again, "I'm just happy you're alive. It scared me when I heard you were
