Clarabell's POV
I felt pain. At this time, most of the pain was more of a phantom nature. So mostly the memory of pain. I get getting in and out of a wakeful state. I couldn't tell for sure what was happening.
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the hospital room's subtle antiseptic odour. It blended with the quiet hum of equipment, the only indication that I was still alive coming from their gentle beeping. My arm throbbed in tune with my heartbeat and my body hurt, serving as a terrible reminder that I had nearly reached the edge.
A weight on my hand prevented me from shifting. Ryan's head was leaning against the bed as I peered down, and his silver eyes were opening as soon as I moved.
He sat up straight and breathed in "Clara." I could tell he hadn't slept because of
