Blake’s POV
Nora lay motionless with her eyes closed as if she were still asleep.
I sat beside her, my brow furrowed in worry in worry. "Nora, are you okay? You scared all of us," I said softly, my voice laced with genuine worry.
With a mix of exhaustion and relief in her eyes, Nora finally opened them and met my gaze. "I… I think so," she could only reply, her voice barely above a whisper.
I crouched at the side of her bed, my hand out to gently touch her arm. My concern deepened as I asked, "What happened to you, Nora?"
Nora stirred uncomfortably and avoided my eyes for a second before she looked at me again. "I. I don't know. I just started feeling all dizzy and weak," she replied, her voice quivering.
I nodded, my expression thoughtful. "You scared us, Nora. We thought…." My voi
