CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO: IS THIS LOVE?

NOVA POV

Normalcy was a word long lost in the dictionary of my life.

The first thing I heard was the slow, steady beep of the machine beside me, then the brightness in the room stabbed at my eyes, and the air felt uncomfortably sterile and cold. My throat was sandpaper-dry.

Something brushed against my lips, it felt cool, with a steady pressure and when I forced my eyes open, I saw Grant holding out a cup with a straw like he’d been doing it for hours, ...