Azalea
Exhaustion finally kicked in around midnight, and my body couldn’t fight sleep anymore. I rested my head on Cassian’s bed, listening to the steady beeping of the machines, and surrendered myself to sleep.
I was awakened by a soft voice in the room. I slowly opened my eyes to see a doctor checking Cassian’s monitors and writing notes on a clipboard.
“Miss Kate,” the doctor said when he noticed I was awake. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, doctor,” I replied, sitting up and stretching my stiff neck. I looked around the room, getting my bearings. Cassian was still unconscious, but his breathing looked steady. “How is he? Is he getting better?”
“He is,” the doctor said, but he sounded tired. “His vital signs are stable, which is a good sign. All we need now is to look after him and w
