Evelyn
When I wake up, I’m comfortable. The type of comfort I didn’t know I’d been missing until I had it.
The chill in my bones has been chased away by warmth, the hard stone replaced with a firm mattress with a little give. A blanket is wrapped tightly around me. I melt into the luxury of it all.
Then I wonder where I am. Because this certainly isn’t the dungeon.
I slowly open my eyes, inhaling sharply at the bright sunlight I haven’t seen properly in days, maybe weeks. I blink as my eyes adjust, the room slowly coming into view around me.
There are two healers floating about, cleaning and putting away supplies. They keep glancing at Alexander who has fallen asleep in a chair next to me.
The hospital wing. He finally took me out of the dungeon.
My emotions war between the relief a
