EMMA’s POV :
“Ian…?” my voice was coarse and weak.
“I’m here,” Ian’s voice cooed in my ear. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open and I saw his face staring right at me. He gave me a small smile and his hand gently squeezed mine. “I’m here, baby girl,”
“What happened to me?” I tried to move my head, but it was too heavy. So I just groaned softly and stayed in place.
“You fainted and you were asleep for a while. The doctor said it’s good for you to rest,” Ian sat next to my pillow and leaned down to kiss the top of my head. “How do you feel?”
“Better…” I smiled weakly. “Wait, the doctor?”
I didn’t remember seeing a doctor. The last thing I remembered was falling into Teresa’s lap. Looking out the window, I realized that it was already sundown. I must have slept through the
