Mia POV
I woke up to the aroma of freshly cooked food, the scent swirling around me like a warm embrace. My hand instinctively found its way to my rumbling stomach, still half-asleep. Before I could fully open my eyes, I heard Atlas's hearty chuckle, followed by Flint's voice chiming in, "See, I told you Mia would always wake up if she smells a home-cooked meal."
As I groggily sat up, memories flooded back of being cradled in Atlas's arms. He must have rescued me. I moved closer to Atlas, placing my hand gently on his chest. The bandages were gone, leaving behind only a few faint red marks. "You healed," I exclaimed, excitement bubbling in my voice. Relief washed over me, knowing he was better. He grabbed my hand, his touch reassuring. "I luckily healed just in time," he replied.
Flint
