Dakotas’ POV
The darkness was overwhelming. I could hear voices, but they sounded far away, their hum barely audible through the haze inside my head. I tried hard to move my body, to show someone that I was here, that I was alive. My fingers were the only thing that responded to my desperation.
I felt something warm touch my hand and an unmistakable electrical current travelled from the point of contact, up my arm. The feeling gave me the energy I needed to escape the pitch-black darkness. My eyelids fluttered open, the bright lights over me blinding me temporarily. I struggled to focus in on whoever was beside me, though I already subconsciously knew who it was.
Even with him looking down, I could see that Jacksons bloodshot, puffy eyes were full of tears. He looked as if he
