CATRIONA
It felt like I was trapped in a weird, hazy dream—one I’d been having on and off these past two weeks. But the illusion shattered the moment Jerome patted me gently, snapping me back to reality. That’s when I realised it wasn’t a dream at all. The pounding in my head, the weakness in my limbs—it was all real.
I blinked slowly, taking in my surroundings. I was in a hospital bed.
“Forgive me for this, but you need to come with me,” Jerome said, his tone grim. “Can you walk?”
“I think so,” I replied, shifting my legs off the bed. My feet touched the floor, but I was too weak to stand for long.
Without another word, Jerome scooped me into his arms bridal style. I caught a glimpse of a female doctor nearby. She nodded subtly, and I instantly knew they’d mindlinked.
“Jerome, what
