Elizabeth’s eyes slowly fluttered open as she struggled to focus on her surroundings. Her gaze drifted to a familiar figure beside her. Miguel was sitting in the chair next to her bed, with his eyes filled with worry.
“Miguel?” she murmured with her voice a mere whisper.
“Liz,” Miguel breathed out as his face brightened. “I’m so glad you’re awake.”
Elizabeth tried to sit up, but a sharp pain throbbed in her head, forcing her hand to her forehead. “What… what’s going on here? What am I doing… ouch!” She grimaced as she rubbed her temple in frustration and pain.
Miguel leaned closer with a tender expression on his face. “How are you feeling?” he asked in a gentle voice.
“Terrible,” she replied while closing her eyes as if that could shut out the pounding in her head. “My head… it’s lik
