When Shawn opened his eyes, he saw Yara sitting beside his hospital bed.
For a moment, he just stared, completely lost. He was half sure he was dreaming.
'Even in my dreams, she never looks at me this softly.'
Shawn let out a self-deprecating laugh and shut his eyes.
He'd woken from nightmares more times than he could count. In every single one, Yara hated him with everything she had—even being strangers felt like an impossible luxury.
"Shawn."
The sound of Yara's voice snapped him wide awake. This was no dream.
He opened his eyes and watched as she gently straightened the corner of his blanket.
"How are you feeling? I'll go get the doctor."
'It was real. Not a dream. Real.'
"I'm okay. Don't worry about me." Shawn couldn't help himself. "And you? You didn't get hurt, did you?"
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