Catherine woke up with a pounding headache. She reached up to touch her forehead but stopped short when she realized she couldn’t move her hand. it was being held in a tight grip. When she looked down, her heart skipped a beat. It was Travis.
He was holding her hand firmly, his face buried against it. Even with his face hidden, she knew it was him. She’d know that heartbeat and that scent anywhere.
Still, she couldn't help but wonder why he was there. and why, instead of lying in a bed, he was slumped over in a plastic monoblock chair. A rush of anxiety hit her as she scanned the room and realized where she was.
She was in the hospital. The memories started flooding back. She remembered the headache, the dizziness, and the fever. She remembered Lily screaming her name as the world went
