Morgan's POV

She woke up slowly.

Her eyelids fluttered first. Her fingers twitched against the blanket. Her eyes opened, staring at the ceiling for a moment before turning to find me.

I sat in the chair beside the bed. I had been there for three hours. Monitoring her breathing. Making sure she stayed asleep. Making sure she was safe.

She stared at me without speaking, probably piecing together where she was and what had happened.

"You're awake," I said.

She nodded slightly, then tried to sit ...