Three nights. Three lonely, empty nights staring at the sterile hospital ceiling. Only Lucas' voice on the phone breaks up the monotony, checking in on me each evening. I hate how much comfort I draw from hearing the deep, soothing rumble of his voice, hate that I keep glancing at the clock, waiting for his call.
Life is hard without Selene here. She would be able to help me work through these feelings. Separate what's me from the demands of my fate bond. Beyond that, she would have kept me entertained with her wry observations.
Dr. Beaumont had mentioned this morning that it seemed as though my rate of healing was increasing. Her confusion over it nags at me. Is Selene getting closer? After the car accident, I noticed my wounds knitting together faster once she returned. I'd assumed it was from my heat, but perhaps…
"Miss Grey?"
I look up to see the nurse peeking around my door, a hesitant smile on her face. "You have a visitor."
