Gina’s POV:The next morning, when I woke, he wasn't there.I'd regained my strength—from the rest, the medication, or maybe the lack of anxiety. Or maybe I just felt protected.I looked around. The room felt vacant. I tried to convince myself nothing was missing—but I couldn't.I stretched. Every bone seemed intact—ready to face whatever battle was next.I sat up and rested my head against the pillow on the tiny bed.Just then, a nurse entered, holding a tray of medication and water."You're awake, Miss Gina." She beamed. The smile made her look prettier.I nodded. She placed the tray on the stool beside me—the one Damon had sat on the night before. I scoffed. So he was the missing piece. The reason the room had felt empty.I didn't know what I was feeling, but it wasn't hatred or disgust. It was something more pleasant."You have to take this now," she said, helping me open the bottle."Thank you." I took the medication, then the water, and swallowed."It's okay," she said, packing
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