REBECCA
The first thing I heard when I woke up was the delicate scratching of a pencil on paper – and then, a familiar little voice humming what sounded like a nursery rhyme.
I opened my eyes, taking in my surroundings: I was in a hospital room – one of the biggest I’d ever seen, filled with sunlight, flowers, and drawings.
I wasted no time in spotting the artist behind those works: Paisley was sitting on the small desk in the corner of the room, a tall stack of paper on one side and her full collection of markers and coloring pencils on the other.
A smile popped up on my lips – and, for a while, I stayed silent, taking my time to watch her as she drew.
Goddess – I couldn’t believe I had gone this close not to see her, and everyone I loved, ever again.
That whole ordeal had been
