Seren
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Once again, sound was the first thing I registered as I came back to consciousness. The second was an overwhelming scent of cypress and bayberries. Antiseptic was directly under that. I must be in a hospital somewhere. There was a trace of warm vanilla that smelled like Kayla. Woodsmoke and peat, like the comfort of a warm fire on a cold winter night, wrapped around me like a hug.
Then, it was pain. Everything ached, though not nearly as much as I was expecting. I flexed my hands and realized someone was holding onto my right one. My eyelids were so heavy that they felt like they would never open.
“Seren? Beautiful? Come on, please wake up.” The hand holding my right one squeezed, and I inhaled sharply at the tingles tha
