Laureen’s POV.
Tristan was fully awake when I stepped in, but it seemed awkward and eerily silent, like nothing was alive, except for the low beeping of the machine beside his bed.
“Tristan” I called out, almost in a whisper, but loud enough to be heard.
But something was wrong, he was not responding. I mean, he was awake, his eyes were open, but he didn't even flinch at my presence.
A few seconds ago, I was relieved for a moment because he was awake. But now, a new fear swept through me, fear of something I couldn't place.
I took a step closer, my previous relief quickly turning into worry. He wasn’t looking at me, didn’t even seem to realize I was there.
Tristan was just lying there, staring blankly at the ceiling, which freaked me out the more.
“Tristan?” I whispered again,
