The quiet hum of machines is the first thing I hear. I wake up with a jolt, my eyes cracking open as the dim light of the hospital room blurs around me. I wince, memories from this morning flooding my head as I try to focus on my surroundings.
I fainted, fell face-first on the stairs outside grandma's villa in the outskirts of New York. Thank goodness one of the staff members was near, she managed to grab me before I slammed hard into the concrete.
Another sound fills my ears once vision starts returning to my eyes—the soft sound of breathing that's quite familiar. Too familiar. I drop my gaze to the source, and that's when I see her. Curled in the chair beside my bed, her head resting on folded arms. Leilani.
She didn't leave.
I find myself smiling, about to move my hand to her face, ready to gently stroke her curls away so I can have a clear view of her—but my hand won't budge.
Fuck. I'm still weak even after sleeping for an entire day? What even is the time right now?
