Amelia’s POV
The first thing I notice is the sterile smell—the usual antiseptic clinging to the back of my throat. My eyelids for some reason, feel heavy and unwilling but somehow I manage to force them open.
I look up to the ceiling above me and realize I’m still at the hospital. I try to pull my whole body up, but a dull ache throbs through my skull, sharp enough to make me wince in pain.
A warm familiar grip takes hold of my arm. “Don’t,” Eric says firmly, staring back at me with the same worried look he had a couple of hours ago. But this time around, his eyes rimmed with exhaustion.
“E—Eric,” I manage to say. My voice was barely above a whisper.
“You’re finally awake,” he exhales in relief, staring at me.
“What happened?” I ask, trying to understand why I keep zoning in and out
