The lingering knots of panic inside me finally dissolved, leaving behind a profound, aching relief. The quiet of the room was no longer suffocating; it was peaceful.
"Liam..." I breathed. My voice was incredibly small, a dry, faint whisper that barely carried across the quiet space, but the sound was enough.
His eyes snapped open instantly. He blinked hard, disoriented for a fraction of a second, before his gaze locked straight onto mine.
"Sarah," he choked out, his voice thick with sleep and raw emotion. In a split second, he was out of the chair and leaning over the bed, his hands coming up to gently, desperately frame my face. "Are you okay?" he rushed out, his eyes frantically scanning my face, checking the bandage on my forehead, his hands trembling slightly against my skin. "Are y
