Azalea

Exhaustion finally kicked in around midnight, and my body couldn’t fight sleep anymore. I rested my head on Cassian’s bed, listening to the steady beeping of the machines, and surrendered myself to sleep.

I was awakened by a soft voice in the room. I slowly opened my eyes to see a doctor checking Cassian’s monitors and writing notes on a clipboard.

“Miss Kate,” the doctor said when he noticed I was awake. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, doctor,” I replied, sitting up and stretching my stiff neck. I looked around the room, getting my bearings. Cassian was still unconscious, but his breathing looked steady. “How is he? Is he getting...