"I'll get you some water." Her voice was hoarse. She stood abruptly, turning her back to me as she busied herself with a pitcher on the side table. Her hands were shaking. "You need to hydrate. The doctors said you were severely dehydrated. You've been unconscious for two days, did you know that? Two entire days. I haven't left this room. Luka brought me food. I couldn't..."
She kept talking. Filling the silence with meaningless words while she poured water into a plastic cup.
I watched her shoulders tremble.
A shadow fell across my bed.
Natalia.
She stood beside the bed like she'd materialized from thin air. Purple hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, bags under her eyes to match her mother's, wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie that I was pretty sure belonged to me. She looked exhausted. Wired. Like she'd been running on pure caffeine and spite for forty-eight hours straight.
Her purple eyes met mine.
They dilated.
