Opening my eyes, I found myself back in Gideon's home, lying on the bed.
The room felt like it was spinning as I struggled to comprehend what had just transpired. My entire body was numb, and a throbbing headache echoed through my skull, as if a razor blade was stirring inside.
Gideon's worried face was the first thing I focused on when I opened my eyes. He gently held my hand. His face etched with worry, sat beside me.
"You woke up," he asked, his eyes searching mine for any sign of distress, "How are you feeling?"
I tried to respond, but no words came out. It was as if the words were trapped somewhere between my mind and my lips.
More worries appeared on his face.
The doctor approached, taking my temperature.
"Ms. Eleanor no longer has a fever, but she is still very weak."
Gideon
