Katelyn’s POV

Ethan had woken up, but he was not strong enough to sit on his own. He lay still on the hospital bed with his head turned slightly toward the window. His skin looked pale against the pillow.

His voice came out rough when he tried to speak. The doctor said he needed rest and quiet. I stayed close, kept my movements slow.

I adjusted his blanket when it slipped. I held a straw to his lips so he could sip water without lifting his head.

When his hand twitched, I took it in mine ...