Trishal's POV
"Why hasn't she woken up yet?" I heard a female voice ask worriedly.
That should be Neymar. I tried to open my eyes and smile up at her, to tell her everything was okay.
But I found that it seemed an impossible task. "Maybe she is tired of all your nagging and needs to get her rest," I heard Idris reply in a teasing tone.
"But it has been more than a week now. If not for the steady rise of her chest, I would have thought she..." Her voice trailed off, filled with unspoken dread.
What? More than a week since what? I tried to remember how I came to be in this state, but nothing surfaced except a slow, pounding headache.
I heard a slight sniffle, and it sounded like it came from Neymar.
Was she crying? I felt good about the fact she was concerned about me and then felt ba
