She hadn’t spoken either, but in her defense I had been out of it until now. Who knows? Maybe she had been speaking and I just didn’t notice? Pain shot through my body as I repositioned myself to face her. Her head snapped around, her pretty green eyes widening as they locked on mine. “You’re awake,” she whispered. Rising from the chair, she sat on the edge of my bed and grasped my hand. Fuck, she was so warm. “Hey,” I mumbled, yawning. Even after sleeping all day, I was still so, so tired. “How are you feeling?” she asked. She bit her lip. She did that when she was nervous or stressed. She’d been doing a lot of that lately. “I’m okay,” I said with a little smile. The pain was bad—bad enough that I tried not to breathe in too deeply, or move suddenly—but in a weird way, I liked it. At least I was feeling something. Pain meant I was still alive.
