Aurora’s POV
“I promise I’m alright, Thorne,” I whisper, leaning into his hug. “It’s been a week since I woke up.”
“I know, but you know how I can’t stop myself from worrying about you,” he mumbles into my hair. I smile. I do know. Over the past week, he’s been like a mother hen, hovering over me to make sure I didn’t fall apart.
Having him there was nice, but it was a bit suffocating at some moments. It got to a point where I told him I want to go to work, and I swear he almost had a panic attack. It was cute and a bit concerning, but I understand where his worry comes from.
My nightmares haven’t gotten any better, and I still wake up crying or screaming in the middle of the night. It’s hard to be around a lot of people, which is why my desk was moved into Thorne’s office upon my r
