Eva

My eyelids parted, and my consciousness gradually returned. My limbs felt heavy, weak, as if I had been asleep for ages. The familiar sounds of a hospital surrounded me, the beeping of machines and hushed conversations filling the air.

A gentle grip on my hand drew my attention. I turned to see Lorenzo sitting beside my bed, concern etched on his handsome face. His mere presence was a comfort, a reassuring reminder that I was not alone in this nightmare.

As our eyes met, he sprang up, relief written on his face. "Oh, thank goodness! You're awake. Let me get the doctor," he said, already making a move to...