~ Seraphina’s POV
The door opens and two people step in. I can't make out their silhouettes from here until they step into my ward and switch on the light.
‘Sera!’ Celine sighs and hurries over to me, sitting right on the side of my bed, her fingers pushing hair out of my face while Alistair leans against the wall, crossing his arms.
‘Oh my God, you don't look like you're getting better. And your head? It Is burning! What are the doctors doing? Aren't they coming to check on you?’ She asks, her words are rushed as her hands plaster all over my face, trying to check and gauge my temperature.
I sigh and roll my eyes at her melodramatics and, use my free hand that isn't connected to IV drips to pull her hands away from my face. ‘Celine, I'm fine. It's literally just a little fever.’
