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Prince

I open my eyes, only to find an unfamiliar ceiling. My vision is still quite blurry, but then, it becomes better. My head pulses with pain, but it’s so much better than what I felt before.

Abruptly, I sit up and find that I’m sitting on a bed that’s not mine. What the hell has happened to me? I snap my head around and find Jake standing in the doorway, leaning against the door frame. “Shit,” I involuntary curse.

“You passed out,” he says, as if it can’t be any clearer. “When I still saw you again this morning, I thought you were crazy. You looked like shit.”

“How could--”

“Cheska,” Jake answers before I can finish my question. “You’re lucky. She found you, brought you inside and treated you.”

I freeze for a while before a sigh leaves my mouth. So, it’s not a dream. It’s really her.

I thought that I was hallucinating. Damn. I even thought that I’d died and entered heaven.

Cheska stayed here, by my side. She saved me.

I suddenly feel so stupid for not waking up at that ti