2Dark. Heavy. Alone.

Bella's eyes fluttered opened slowly and she was met with his back as he stared at something in the distance. Her throat was dry, itchy, and hot and when she opened her mouth to speak, she could feel like vomiting.

"M.." she managed to whisper, he heard her and turned around to face her.

"You're awake." He muttered turning round to face her as quickly as possible. Using his hands to stroke her cheeks gently, he studied her face.

"You're awake." He repeated and cradled her head in his lap.

"My mouth feels like sand." She said jokingly and he chuckled.

"It's a fever." He informed her...