The Hollows Of Hiraeth (✔️) | 'Hollows' Book I

Chapter Twenty

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My eyes fluttered open and I was hit with a blast of brightness. I squeezed my eyes shut to relieve them of the pain of looking straight into the blinding light.

When I opened my eyes again I had to squint. My eyes very slowly adjusted and I began to look around. I wasn't in my room. My head was pounding and I reached my hand up to touch it. What the hell happened? Is this a hangover?

But as I observed my surroundings I began to feel a surge of panic. I'm in a hospital room.

My breathing hitched in my throat as I tried to remember everything. I couldn't, though, it was as if I fell asleep one day and woke up at the hospital. What if I stay like this forever? What if I can never remember?

My head reeled as I forced myself to think hard. I have to know what happened. Not remembering what happened is making me feel delirious.

Turning to my right, I jumped in shock as I spotted Jameson asleep on a chair. I smiled softly. His head was rested against the back of the chair, his brown hair dishevelled, actually making him look very cute. His face was relaxed in his sleep, except, of course, the line between his brows as he frowned. By the looks of the dark and deep bags under his eyes, Jameson was gaining a well-deserved sleep.

I blinked myself out of the trance and reached over to nudge him, but a sharp pain had me wincing, feeling as if I had been pricked in the side. I frowned, then lifted off the bed sheets to reveal my very fetching hospital gown. Looking around, I saw that no one was near my room and then I lifted up the dress by the tip of it. A gasp fell from my lips as I saw a massive bandage covering a part of my stomach. Lifting it up by the corner, my jaw fell and my mouth grew dry as I saw blood.

I pulled down my dress and covered myself with the duvet again. I laid back down on my bed, resting my head on the pillow, trying to figure out what I just saw. I kept my eyes open as I filed through the events of the day before. Wait, how long have I even been here for?

I sighed. I have to get answers soon or I fear that I will lose my mind. I gnawed at my lip, sitting up slowly to avoid hurting my wound again. I spotted a water bottle on the table next to my bed. Thinking up an idea, I reached over, wincing as I went, and picked it up.

I turned to my other side where Jameson was fast asleep, grimacing, I whispered, "Sorry, Jameson." before weakly chucking the bottle at him. Luckily, it hit him in the chest and not the head. I snickered a little at first—seriously, though, I couldn't just let the moment pass without acknowledgement.

Jameson groaned and wiped at his eyes with the palms of his hands. He pushed himself up on the seat and he blinked, his eyes adjusting to the room. And then Jameson spotted me.

He jerked in his seat and his eyes widened. "Sky?" My name fell out of his mouth in amazement. I nodded and smiled. He jumped out of his seat and knelt by my bed instead. He grabbed my hand and laced his fingers through mine.

I frowned down at the sudden contact but Jameson was too bewildered to notice.

"You're alive." He muttered to himself, his face lighting up. The dark bags under his eyes were showing up less prominent than before and there was no crease in his skin between his brows.