Sarah pov
The first thing I felt was the softness beneath me, far too comfortable to be my dorm bed. My eyes fluttered open, the sharp scent of antiseptic hitting me. White walls, muted lighting, and the steady beeping of a heart monitor was the Academy’s infirmary.
I blinked, trying to piece together the fragments of my memory. The fight, the transformation, the adrenaline coursing through my veins like fire. My body still ached, but the pain was dull now, manageable.
“You’re awake.”
The deep, familiar voice made my heart leap. I turned to see Xavier standing by the window, his silhouette sharp against the soft morning light. His usual composed demeanour was cracked, worry etched into his features.
“How long…?” My voice was raspy, barely above a whisper.
“Two days,” he said, steppin
