Emmalee
Romain isn't well and that worries me.
It's been three days since I brought him here and he hasn't stirred. Although his wound is healing fairly well, he won't wake up no matter what we do.
Naturally, that terrifies me. I was counting on him being awake. I need to know he's alright—I haven't slept a wink or left his side since our arrival. I have this paranoia that he'll drift off to an eternal sleep and leave me if I take my eyes off him.
I wouldn't survive that shock.
I need him. I refuse to do this without him.
The door opens and Sybille steps into the room, holding a flask, which she hands to me. "A warm drink will do you good. It's been a while since you had something to eat."
I accept it from her. "Thank you."
She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and peers down
