Chapter 50

Daria

The first time Killian open his eyes is on a Tuesday. His eyes flit through the room, and I drop a flower vase, staring at him until those familiar eyes once more close.

At first, I thought I had imagined it, but the next time Killian opens his eyes, there are doctors there. He can barely talk and open his mouth without a sound coming out.

But there is intelligence in Killian's eyes, a type of remembrance, and the doctors tell me he will need to learn how to walk, talk and eat again after so many weeks in a coma.

Those words fill me with even more hope because I had it even when he wasn't awake. Now I'm always giddy, and when I'm left alone with Killian, I'm almost bursting from the seams.

I take a seat next to his bed, and a small smile curls his lips. His blue eyes scan my face, and I giggle—I'm so bubbly.

"Good morning," I say, barely able to contain myself. I want to jump the man, plant kisses all over his face. "How are you?