The Next Morning...

Rowan woke up before her. He could barely sleep really as his mind wouldn't stop runnng. He just stared at her face which was still as stone, lips parted slightly, hair sticking to her cheek from sweat.

The sun poured in through the broken curtains, casting this warm, golden light across her face, but she didn’t seem bothered by it, or maybe she just couldn't feel it. But even her breathing was so slow and weak that it scared him.

He didn’t know what time it was and neither did he really care. All that mattered was that she was breathing.

He had a hand on her...