I was vaguely aware of beeping machines deep in my subconscious. My limbs felt too heavy and I couldn’t move them. I knew I was dreaming or hallucinating as I smelled Rylee’s scent close to me and I could swear someone was holding my hand.
I felt tired, and I hurt and, for some reason, I couldn’t open my eyes or speak. This process repeated itself about four times and I had no idea how much time had passed. This time, when I came to my senses, things felt different.
I still struggled to open my eyes, and I was aware that I was on my stomach and I could smell her again. It was like she was right there with me, stroking my hair with one hand while the other one was entwined in my own hand.
I felt her hand move and I gripped it tightly, “please don’t leave me,” I whispered, and I could
