IN A PRIVATE HOSPITAL SUITE, the room was sterile and quiet. The faint sound of beeping machines and rainfall outside the window fills the silence. Luna lies on the bed, pale and motionless. And Rhett stands beside her, watching her wake.
Luna stirred, with her fingers twitching against the blanket. The fluorescent lights burned faintly above her as her lashes fluttered open.
Napakurap si Luna. At ramdam niya ang panunuyo ng lalamunan niya.
“Tubig,” bulong niya.
A hand was already reaching for the glass.
“Here,” Rhett said softly, handling it to her lips.
Dahan-dahang uminom si Luna habang ang mata niya ay nakatingin kay Rhett.
“Nasaan ako?” tanong niya sa mahinang boses.
“In the hospital,” Rhett answered, gently setting the glass down. “Nawalan ka ng malay. We were at the chu
