Erika's Point of View
When I wake up the next morning, he is not there. His scent lingers in the air but he is not next to me. A frown finds its way to my face and I groan in annoyance. I get up from the couch and take the blanket before walking hastily to the bed and drifting back to sleep.
I wake up again to the sound of doctors and nurses muttering over me. As soon as they notice that I am awake they stop talking and try to look occupied with work. I see the doctor fiddle with her pen while pretending to take observations from the monitors beside my bed.
I don't feel right. I feel so tired and exhausted even after sleeping for almost a day. I cannot describe this feeling. It seems like a part of me is missing. It feels as if I've lost control over a body part. Hestia is also pacing n
