It started with a soft slow breath escaping his lips.
A quiet, consuming ache that spread through him the moment he tried to move, as though every part of him had been torn apart and only barely put back together again.
His eyes opened, it felt the world blurred at first, shapes and shadows melting into one another until they slowly sharpened, forming something recognizable, something real.
A small breath escaped his lips as his gaze shifted slightly, taking in his surroundings with quiet caution, as though expecting something to leap out at him, something unseen, something that had followed him back from wherever he had been.
Georgia sat beside the bed, her posture slumped, her head tilted slightly as sleep finally claimed her, her hand still resting loosely near his arm as though she had refused to let go even when exhaustion forced her to.
