WILLOW'S POV.
I don’t remember when the floor rushed up to meet me.
I don’t remember collapsing.
I only remember the pain—the sharp, tearing pain that ran through my body as the vision dragged me in again.
And then nothing.
Darkness.
Silence.
My mind finally let go.
When awareness came back, it wasn’t gentle. It hit me in small pieces—like light leaking through cracks.
My eyelids felt heavy. My body felt heavier. And my throat… dry, as if I’d screamed for three days straight.
A soft sound left my lips, and my eyes slowly opened.
The room was dim. Quiet. Still.
For a moment, nothing looked familiar. Not the bed beneath me. Not the blankets tucked around me. Not even the faint smell in the air. My mind was foggy, slow, like waking from the deepest sleep of my life.
Then I saw hi
