Camden slowly opened her bleary eyes, wincing at the bright light that greeted her. Her head throbbed, and a dry sensation clung to her mouth. Confusion clouded her mind as she struggled to remember where she was. Gradually, her vision cleared, and she managed to make out a dark-haired figure slouched on a chair beside her. "Matt?" she croaked, her voice weak and hoarse. Instantly, he stirred from his slumber, gripping the bed and searching for her hand. "Camden! Finally!" he exclaimed breathlessly. Clayton rushed into her line of vision from the other side of the room, gripping her other hand tightly. "Clayton," she rasped, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"How are you feeling?" Clayton asked, his voice deep and soothing, tenderly kissing her fingers. Camden managed to utter a single w
