***Serena***
Wake up my dear...
I open my eyes to a room filled with daylight, the standard hospital ceiling tiles above me as I lay in my hospital bed.
The welcome difference of course is that I am finally snuggled once more next to James' chest, his arm wrapped around me.
I tilt my chin up a little in order to gaze at him, still in a tiny amount of disbelief that he really did get me out of my island hell and I really was safe. I hear someone cough obviously from the doorway and I turn my head, expecting to see Clara looking at us in an unimpressed way once again.
But no, it was like history was repeating itself; my father is standing there, once again catching his youngest daughter in bed with a sleeping man.
What was different this time, was that he wasn't wearing the expression
