Faith's Pov
The first thing I felt was the dull, heavy throb behind my eyes. It tasted like metal and fear.
I opened my eyes slowly. Everything was white and smelled like antiseptic. I was in a hospital bed. Again.
The moment I tried to shift, I felt it his warm hand gripping mine. I turned my head to look at him.
He looked absolutely wrecked. His dark hair was messy, and his eyes normally and sharp were clouded with worry and a deep sadness. He was leaning over me, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand.
“Faith,” he whispered. His voice sounded like relief and pain mixed together.
I tried to smile, to tell him I was fine, but before the word could even leave my mouth, the air snapped.
It was like someone had thrown a switch inside my head. The sterile room vanished.
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