EMMA’s POV :
Ian was standing at the door.
He looked tired, disheveled, and there was this sadness in his eyes. But he was still my Ian. I was so relieved to see him in front of me. The moment I saw him standing there, my heart was doing backflips and I wished I could jump out of this bed and hug him. But I was still too weak, so all I could do was smile at him.
“Hey,” I said softly.
“Hi,” he moved closer and closed the door behind him. “How are you feeling—“
“I’ve missed you,” I cut him off quickly. I missed him so much, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
I was so happy to see him, but then I also felt super self-conscious. I had been sitting in this hospital bed for a week. Sure, I took a shower and all, but I probably looked terrible. I still had scars and bruises a
