TERESA'S P.O.V.
A dull ache throbbed in my temples as I blinked, adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the subtle hum of machinery nearby. I realized I was lying on a hospital bed, with soft, crinkled sheets beneath me. The dimmed overhead lights threw a warm glow across the room, giving everything a soft, surreal haze.
As my gaze drifted, I noticed a familiar figure slumped beside the bed. It was Luke, his arm resting across the mattress, fingers just inches from mine. His head lay against the back of the chair, his face turned slightly toward me. Even in sleep, his brow was furrowed, worry etched deeply into his features. The sight of him made my heart twist with both gratitude and guilt. I didn't deserve someone like Luke—someone who cared so selflessly and so deeply for me.
