"Tess?" A male voice, laced with concern.
That's just my mind messing with me. He didn't come back, he doesn't come back.
"Tess?" This time it's more urgent. My shoulders are being shaken.
No, this isn't right. I'm not supposed to hear anything. Or feel. After a few moments, I feel something warm against my eyelids.
What?
My eyes shoot open and Kyle is looking directly into my eyes. In his hand is a wet towel. I look around the white room and feel somewhat disappointed that death has left me once again.
Kyle's POV
I woke up at eight, took a shower and changed into sweatpants and a polo shirt. I was supposed to be going into the office today but I thought I'd first make a turn. After knocking a few times with no response, I take out the key she gave me and open it, calling out for he
