ELARA~
My body ached all over. I slowly opened my eyes and just laid there on the bed. The hum of the machines filled my ears.
I let out a tired sigh. This wasn't my first time in a hospital bed. Neither was it the first time I slept over in one. My frail body, my asthma attacks. I hated all of it.
When I was on stage, singing and dancing I felt… strong. But with that now. My eyes welled up.
Deep down I was tired of being strong too. But if I didn't keep pushing then I'd just become another tool for my father to control.
I raised my hand up, my eyes lingering on the tube connected to it.
"I want to go back to sleep." I muttered.
"Hm?" I looked further down and there Isla was. Sleeping.
I stared at her and only looked away when my body tried to reach out. I tilted my head to the side.
Seeing her first thing in the morning. That I could really get used to. The last person I see before I close my eyes each night and the first each morning.
