Eva

My eyes fluttered open, my vision quite blurry and disoriented as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The room spun, and my memories blurred, a hazy fog that refused to clear.

As my vision sharpened, I saw Lorenzo beside me, his eyes closed in peaceful slumber. His gentle breathing calmed me, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest a soothing balm to my frayed nerves.

I couldn't believe it. He was actually sleeping. Despite the tumultuous events of the evening, I was glad to see him improving.

My gaze wandered around the room, taking in the medicines on the table, the bowl of water, a small...