EMMA’s POV :

Ian was standing at the door. 

He looked tired, disheveled, and there was this sadness in his eyes. But he was still my Ian. I was so relieved to see him in front of me. The moment I saw him standing there, my heart was doing backflips and I wished I could jump out of this bed and hug him. But I was still too weak, so all I could do was smile at him.

“Hey,” I said softly.

“Hi,” he moved closer and closed the door behind him. “How are you ...