When I woke up, the room was quiet. Only Alex’s gentle heartbeat humming in my ears as my head rest on his chest. My eyes blurred as they flickered open, the chairs at the end of the bed where his family had once gathered were now empty. Flowers filled the end of the room, while ‘get well soon’ cards and cartoon drawings of Onyx plastered the bulletin board on the wall. It seemed his fans knew he was here, and were showing more support now than ever. Beneath me, Alex’s steady heartbeat was the most soothing sound I’d ever heard.
I stirred a little, wrapped my leg further around his, noticing that someone had covered us up. Then I felt it, his grip tightening on my waist as I settled, a hand squeezing my side. My eyes jerked upwards, making my head pound as the blood rushed. My own heartb
