Seventy seven

*Freya*

  I blinked my eyes open, grimacing at the pounding in my head. As my vision cleared, a familiar face came into view, hovering over me with concern etched across his features. 

"Daniel?" I croaked.

"Freya! Thank god you're awake," he exhaled, relief washing over his expression.  

Ignoring the aches wracking my body, I pushed myself up and flung my arms around him. He wrapped me in a tight embrace as a few tears escaped down my cheeks. ...