Chloe’s Point of View
I stir, my eyes fluttering open.
My eyes immediately fall on Zayde, who is sitting next to me, his fingers tangled loosely with mine, but his shoulders are tense, his gaze distant as he stares out of the window.
“Zayde?”
I ask, my voice sounding hoarse.
His head snaps towards me immediately.
“Hey. You’re awake.”
He says softly, smiling at me. He stands and grabs the pitcher and the glass next to the bed.
"Do you want some water?"
He asks and I nod my head.
He hands me the glass and I quickly drink half of it.
"Thank you."
I say, smiling at him. I hand him back the glass, and he puts it on the bedside table before taking my hand.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay. Are you? You look worried.”
I squeeze his hand.
“What is it? What is going on?”
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