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?”...