Her throat was parched. That was the first feeling and thought that came to mind as Elara began to regain consciousness, and she swallowed her saliva to wet it a little.
The events before she was put under anesthesia rushed to her head like a movie reel that ran back to back.
Her brows furrowed, and she took a deep breath, making the heart monitor move a little irregularly.
Daniel, eyes closed, leaning against the bed, sat up straight and looked at Elara, hope evident in his eyes, his fingers pulling Elara's hand into his.
"Elara, are you awake?" Daniel asked.
Elara blinked her eyes open, wincing slightly at the pain that jolted through her body, a mixture of confusion and vulnerability washing over her.
"Y-yeah," She stuttered before looking at the glass of water, and the man quickly poured some water for her.
"Here," he offered, and Elara drank the water in little sips.
Her gaze moved to the man's concerned face, and her lips stretched into a smile.
