[Diego’s POV]
My head f*****g pounds, and my body feels like it weighs a ton as I fight to regain consciousness. With each passing minute, my panic grows as I worry about what has happened to Rosalie.
“Rosa…” I husk, twitching my fingers, and then reaching my hand. “Plea… be…”
Be alright, I think inwardly, continuing to reach out until I find a warm body beside me. Instantly, the fear that I’m feeling disappears.
“Thank… the…” I manage, prying an open so I can take in the blurry form beside me. “I’m so…”
“Diego!”
The voice reaches me through the haze that still clouds my mind, but it isn’t the one that I want to hear. Instead, it is the one person I don’t want beside me.
Prying open my other eye, I blink a few times until she comes into view, and I can make out the worry in her eyes
