I can hear mumbling all around me. Words I can’t quite make out. Voices I can’t recognize. Cold hands touching me. My forehead. My hands. Assessing the throbbing wounds on my body. I can’t move. Can’t open my eyes. Can’t speak. Like I am trapped in my own broken shell of a body with no way out. That is until I feel his presence. The warmth of his hand in mine made me want to fight to break free.
It was Lucas’s presence that kept me from going insane. My body had completely healed now. The pain in my leg was gone, but I still felt weak for some time. Still unable to move or even open my eyes. The only feeling of normalcy was when he was there. Holding my hand or talking to me. I couldn’t make out the words, but just the sound of his voice was keeping me grounded.
