He had succumbed to the weakness in his body before they had even gotten him off the deck. The swim to the surface, combined with his confusion from his time in the ley lines, left Caleb exhausted and desperately in need of sleep.
He woke in a large, comfortable bed with a heavy blanket draped over his body. As he slowly brought himself up to rest on his elbows, he was both surprised and unsurprised to find an IV connected to his arm. Looking up at the bags, he assumed they treated him for dehydration.
Her scent was all around him. He leaned forward and sniffed the bed. She had been here, slept here. But not with him. Her scent was fading from the pillows and the mattress. It was stronger across the room.
He looked around. He was alone in the room.
