Phoebe
I wake up briefly in the middle of the night, feeling a warm presence next to me. I realize it's Lazarus, lying next to me, his breathing even and calm. The familiarity of his presence brings a mix of comfort and unease. Despite everything, having him close does make me feel a bit safer.
I shift slightly, careful not to wake him, and pull the blanket tighter around me. My body still aches, but the pain is more manageable now. I lay in bed for a while, listening to his steady breathing. After some time, I start to feel hungry. I sit up, searching for a clock or something to show the time, but I don’t see anything. Deciding to find something to eat, I slowly tiptoe out of the room, making sure not to wake the sleeping giant. The last thing I want is to have my head bitten off. I car
