( Amelia POV )
I opened my eyes with difficulty, and the last thing I remember is meeting Issac in his memories. A strange sound was causing annoyance in my head, a beeping, where is that coming from? My gaze drifted to the white walls of the ward, and the strange tubes connected to my arms. Reality hit me in the face I'm in the hospital. How did I end up here? With a light movement, I pulled the catheter out of my arm and disconnected the few wires that were restricting my movements. Steady breathing drew my attention, and then I turned my head towards the person lying near me. It was Issac, curled up in a ball on this small sofa next to my bed. Instantly, a smile flickered across my face, he is alive and well. I ran a finger over his soft cheek with the pads of my hand, and a few lines
