43 Alpha and Luna

It was on the third day’s evening when the doctor decided that Duncan was almost completely healed, and they would cut back on the medication, letting him wake up naturally by tomorrow.

When morning came, I started off as usual, heading back to our room to get ready, then to my office to listen to the reports, but I made the morning meeting super fast, and left any other paperwork to Noah, to hurry back to the clinic.

I sat by his bed, my stomach in a tight knot, as I held his hand and looked for any sign of him waking. A wave of relief washed over me when his hand slowly moved in mine, and his eyes finally opened.

“Hi,” I smiled at him as he slowly focused.

“Hi beautiful,” he tried smiling back, his voice hoarse from the lack of use. “What happened?” he tried to sit, but I pushed him back on the pillow.

“You nearly killed yourself, that’s what happened,” I snapped, but I couldn’t help but caress his face. “You had inner bleeding. The doctor had to operate on you,” I said calmer again