Amber slept for nearly half a day in a local clinic, only waking up because her stomach began growling.
...
When she woke up, her eyes were blinded by the bright white walls.
She blinked at the snow-white ceiling, murmuring hoarsely, "Where am I...?"
Was this heaven? Did she die so soon?
A familiar scent enveloped her. She looked down in surprise to see someone's black windbreaker covering her.
Before she could react, a low, familiar male voice said gently, "You're in a clinic in Kansas. You fainted from exertion and a fever."
This was-
Ernesto?!
Her heart violently hammered in her chest as if about to spring out.
Ernesto ignored her shocked expression and gathered her into his arms, propping a glass of water to her lips. "Drink up."
His voice warmed her like a much needed bonfi
