MIRABLE’S POV.
After all the tests were successfully run, the doctor confirmed it was safe for me to check out. My body was healing on its own, and in a couple of hours, I would be good as new. I was thankful because I did not want to spend another night in this hospital.
“Do you want anything else, babe?” Silas asked, placing his hand on my forehead like a concerned lover straight out of a cheesy holiday movie.
I nodded, pouting for dramatic effect. “I feel good, but I just need some orange juice.”
“Anything for you, my babe,” Silas grinned before kissing my cheek. “I will be back in a few minutes.”
Silas was really leaning into this fake boyfriend role. Ever since he arrived, he had been loudly proclaiming how terrified he was when I was in a coma, how he came to see me every mornin
