Nora's POV
The sound of hushed voices pulls me out of my medicated haze. I force my heavy eyelids open, fighting against the drowsiness that wants to drag me back under. Then the memories crash back into me, and I notice bright sunlight streaming through the hospital room windows.
"James," I breathe out, sitting up too quickly and making my head spin.
"Right here." His voice comes from beside the window before he moves to my bedside, his warm hands framing my face as he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. "I never left."
"But how is that possible?"
"You can thank your best friend for that." James nods toward the other side of the room. Through my disorientation, I finally notice Ophelia perched in what looks like the world's most uncomfortable chair.
