Yohana's eyelids fluttered as slight movement returned to her face. Feeling a strange weakness pulling at her limbs, she finally managed to force her eyes open to the sound of a beeping heart monitor.
As she looked around the room, her gaze fell upon Iskander. He was asleep on the sofa across from her bed, his elbow resting heavily on the armrest to support his tilted head.
'Did he look after me the entire night?' she thought, a strange flutter expanding in her chest.
Even with his hair disheveled and his clothes slightly rumpled from the long vigil, the way he was settled on the sofa made him look exceptionally handsome.
Yohana shifted, attempting to push herself up into a sitting position, but her weakened muscles gave out and the bed frame creaked loudly under the sudden shift in weight.
That sound was enough to break Iskander from his light sleep. His eyes snapped open, instantly meeting Yohana's wide gaze.
