Chiara
When I open my eyes again, the world is quiet. Even the beeping of the monitors is gone.
It soon becomes clear that it is nighttime as well. The room is dark, blanketed in a cozy black that shadows the corners of the room.
But he is still visible in the darkness. My eyes find him immediately, like they had known all along where to look.
Vedant is asleep in the chair beside my bed, his head tilted forward, arms folded loosely. His hair is mussed, and his shoulders are slumped in a way I suspect he only allows when he is completely unconscious.
I notice then that he is also wearing the same clothes I had seen him in the last time I was briefly awake. He looks undeniably exhausted.
It doesn’t look like he left my side once.
So even though a part of me selfishly wants to ro
