Leo
"So how is he?" I asked Sarah.
As soon as my parents left, I went to the infirmary to check on Sarah's mate.
"Getting better," she smiled as she looked at his face. She clasped her fingers around his motionless hand and rubbed her thumb on the back of his palm. When I saw how pleased she seemed to be, a smile curved on my lips.
It was blissful to meet the one meant for us. Smiling, I looked at his face, which now looked a little better than yesterday. The colour was slowly returning to his face and since the nurses had cleaned him up, he looked fresh.
"He does look better," I commented and she nodded her head.
"I hope he wakes up soon," she paused for some time.
"You must be excited to talk to him," I commented.
Heaving a deep breath, "I am eager to meet him and anxious at
