“Zander,” she croaks out and tries to open her eyes. She closes them again and after a while she opens her eyes and I can see she is trying to adjust to the light. “You’re awake, thank God. You have no idea how much I missed seeing those beautiful eyes,” I said, and she looked at me and smiled. She looks around the room and then frowns.
“Water,” she croaks out. I take the water that is ready and waiting for her. Doc said she would be thirsty, and her throat would be scratchy when she woke. I held the cup up to her lips and helped her. After a few sips, she stops and I put the glass down. “How long have I been in the hospital?” she asks.
“You have been here for three days. How are you feeling?” I ask. “That long?” she asks and I nod. “My head is killing me and I have some pain, but it fee
