Ellen
I watch as Christian’s eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, a sign that he is finally about to wake up. I’ve been so worried about him ever since he passed out fighting Claire. My heart skips a beat when he mumbles something I can’t understand in his deep voice – a voice that’s become my anchor in recent months. I’m so relieved he is waking up. As his eyes finally open and focus on me, I see the confusion clouding his deep blue irises.
“Ellen?” His voice is hoarse. I’m holding his hands, and I can feel his grip tighten, his large fingers tangling with mine as if I’m the lifeline he needs.
“Hey,” I whisper softly, trying to keep the smile off my face. But it’s impossible. I love him so much. “How are you feeling, Big Guy?”
“Lost...confused.” He frowns, struggling to sit up in bed
