YENA
The knocking on the door stopped but then the voices got louder and more frantic. They were panicking, listening to the machine that was telling them their patient had stopped breathing.
I gulped in a huge inhale, covered Nolan’s mouth with mine again and blew every bit of breath I had into him.
“Come on,” I begged when I came up for air. “Please wake up, Nolan.”
And just when I started to seriously doubt that my prince would ever breathe on his own again, he did.
His eyes opened first. And then he gasped. The sound was dry and frightening.
“Nolan! Oh thank Goddess, you’re alive!”
He coughed, gagging, as he tried to exhale. My hands were clasping his face. His next breath was a little better but still stertorous. His eyes flickered around my face, recognizing but not r
