HELDAWhen I open my eyes, I realize I'm still in the medical ward.

I shift my focus to the bed and see a mass of thick, brown curls sprawled on the bed.

Instinctively, I weave my hands through the mass of curls.

I feel him stirring under my touch before he raises his head.

“You’re awake, again,” he says with a slow lazy smile on his lips.

I can't help but smile in return. “I am,” I answer.

He looks at me, his eyes watching me like he still can't believe any of this is ...