Rora’s POVFernanda wouldn’t stop hovering around me for the next few days. Every time I opened my eyes, she was there, cleaning something, fixing the sheets, or peeling fruits I didn’t even like. It was… exhausting and endearing at the same time.The morning after everything happened, she sat at the foot of my bed, eyes glassy with tears but smiling softly.“Thank you, Rora. You didn’t have to do what you did. But you did.”I looked away because emotions were annoying, and tears made me feel weak. “Don’t make a big deal out of it. I just didn’t want you dead when I knew you were just a pawn. Or your mother. That’s all.”She laughed quietly and wiped at her cheeks anyway. “You’re impossible.”“Yeah, so I’ve been told.”The days that followed blurred together, rest, medicine, arguments between healers about my progress, Zayn walking in and out like he owned the place. Which, technically, he kind of did. He’d always stand by the window, pretending not to watch me while pretending that I
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