~HAZEL~

When I open my eyes, I feel a cool, damp cloth pressed against my forehead, its dampness soothing yet slightly chilly. Ashton sits nearby, his face etched with worry as he stares intently into the flickering flames of the fire, the orange glow casting shadows that dance across his features. The last memory I have is of feeling a wave of dizziness wash over me, followed by darkness engulfing everything.

I grimace as a sharp pain shoots through my stomach; I am still painfully hungry, ...