~Storme~
My body ached, heavy and sore, but I could feel the softness of my sheets beneath me. I opened my eyes and blinked slowly, allowing myself to adjust to the light.
"Storme?" a voice gasped.
I turned slightly, and saw Grace hovering over me, her eyes wide with relief. "You're awake! Thank the goddess, you're awake."
Her voice trembled as she clutched my hand, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. I gave her a weak smile. "Grace," I whispered, my throat dry. "Theo... is he okay? Did he... stay?"
Grace nodded, brushing strands of hair from my damp forehead. "He stayed until you were stable. He didn’t want to leave, but he didn’t want you to open your eyes and get mad when you see him beside you."
A pang of guilt twisted in my chest. I wished he had stayed. I wished I could
