Lyra
My eyes slowly blinked open, still a little fuzzy as I took in the room around me. The steady beeps of machines mixed with that clean, sharp hospital smell hit me first. But seeing the familiar faces of my mates—Soren, Thorian, and Vaelin—sitting there made my heart skip a beat.
They had pulled up chairs close around my bed, watching me with all kinds of worry and relief mixed on their faces.
Soren looked concerned but stayed pretty calm, and he spoke up first. “Lyra, thank the moon goddess you’re awake. We were worried sick about you.”
Thorian leaned in closer, holding my hand tight like he never wanted to let go. “We’ve been right here the whole time, just waiting for you to come back to us.” He said it with a little smile, and I couldn’t help smiling back at him.
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