VANESSA'S P.O.V
The first thing I felt was warmth from someone wrapping my hands in theirs. Then came the ache, not a sharp pain, but deep soreness from within. Then voices- low, frantic whispers.
"She's waking up," someone said. I'd recognize that voice anytime. Susan.
My eyes fluttered open, the sterile white ceiling came into view. I blinked a few times, disoriented.
"Hey, Nessa," Adrien's voice broke through, low and steady, but heavy with emotion.
I turned my head slightly. He was sitting beside me, his hand gripping mine tightly, his jaw clenched, as if he'd been fighting a war just to keep still.
"W-What happened?" My voice was hoarse. I barely recognized it.
Susan stepped closer, her expression caught between relief and confusion. "That's what we were hoping you could tell u
