I woke up feeling that someone was holding my hand. By the sparks coming from it, I know that it's Zeus. I slowly opened my eyes and scanned the room. The wall was painted white. I'm in the hospital.
I look at my mate who is peacefully sleeping beside me. He has black under his eyes and he looks pale. I slowly pulled my hand off his grip but he suddenly woke up.
"Kath?" He sounds relieved seeing me moving.
"C-Can I have water please?" I said with a sore throat. He gave me water and helped me to drink it.
"How are you feeling? Do you feel something? Are you hurt?" He asked, looking so worried yet so damn handsome.
I touched his face and slowly pulled him into a hug. I'm happy seeing him like this. He cares about me. Something inside me I want to be taken care of, the feeling of someone
