Emmalee

Romain isn't well and that worries me.

It's been three days since I brought him here and he hasn't stirred. Although his wound is healing fairly well, he won't wake up no matter what we do.

Naturally, that terrifies me. I was counting on him being awake. I need to know he's alright—I haven't slept a wink or left his side since our arrival. I have this paranoia that he'll drift off to an eternal sleep and leave me if I take my eyes off him.

I wouldn't survive that shock.

I need him. ...