Aurora's POV. 80.
Luther's Cold Distance.
My eyes fluttered open slowly, like they were weighted down with bricks. Everything felt... heavy. My limbs, my chest, even my breathing. I couldn't move my hands. I couldn't move anything at all.
I lay still, staring at the ceiling above me, my eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room. Familiar. Too familiar.
Luther’s room. Our room.
Then I felt something pulling slightly on my wrist. I turned my head to the side, weakly, and saw the drip taped into my skin. The clear fluid inside the tube was slowly running down into me. I blinked again, trying to make sense of the stiffness in my body and the dryness in my throat. My head pounded, and my lips were cracked. Everything ached.
Then I heard the voice.
“Mr. Hawthorne, your wife needs eno
