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~Vaela

For a blissful, quiet moment, I'm not in pain, wrapped in a blanket of warmth.

And then it's brutally disrupted.

“Vaela….Come on Vae, wake up.”

There are hands on my shoulders, shaking me frantically. Gasping, I sit up, spitting water out from my mouth, eyes flying open.

“What’s going on?” I choke out, clutching my throat.

Hale is next to me, silver eyes wider than I’ve ever seen as he searches my face, hands clutching the edge of the bath tightly. He seems to click that I’m okay, his shoulders deflating.

He rests his head against the edge of the tub. “You’re alive. Thank fuck.”

“What happened?” I question, rubbing the blurriness from my eyes.

Memories cautiously approach me. I was sick, on the verge of death, and now I’m sitting in a tepid bath, staring back at a horrified Pureblood.

“You fell asleep in the tub. Your head was slipping under the water." He sounds breathless. Reaching behind me, I touch my wet hair, realising that he is right, I could have died had he not return