Twenty-Three | The rest of a freedom

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TWENTY-THREE

" L E W I S "

- Three weeks later -

I woke up to a sharp pain in my ribs. When my eyes open, they are positioned outside to the window. It's pitch black. My eyes travel the room, the hospital room. It's clean, and only light by a single lamp across the room. I see Willow laying on the floor. Next to the lamp, Bailey is sleeping on a chair, with the book I got her on her lap. He must have fallen asleep reading. That was one of my favorite things when she was with me.

She looks so peaceful. Has she been here all along? How much time has passed?

I go to open my mouth, but it's so dry. I look to my med table to see a cup of water. My hand reaches up to grab it, but I accidentally knock it to the ground. The noise wakes Bailey with a start. She looks around with sleepy eyes. But when our eyes meet, they go wide, and tear up.

"Grim!" She cries, sprinting over to me. "You're awake." She smiles, taking my hand. "They weren't sure you were going to wake up! So I prayed, and prayed. Are you okay? Do you need anything?" She talks too fast to comprehend.

"I'm okay." My voice is quiet and raspy. "Come here." I state. I move over a little bit so she can lay down with me. Bailey gently lays on my shoulder looking up at me.

"I missed you a lot. And I'm sorry." She says.

"Shh. It's okay. I love you." I say kissing her on the forehead.

"I love you too." She says placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

I feel her body relax and we both fall asleep. 

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