He murmurs to himself, slumping back into the bed and closing his eyes.
Not quite surprised by his behaviour, she returns to her seat and sits back down and watches him, because that has been her job throughout the night.
His eyes open again, and as they rest on hers, he draws himself up on his elbows. “What is happening to me?” When she doesn’t reply, he grumbles, pulling himself to a sitting position and running a hand through his full, long, blonde hair. “Am I dreaming?”
She shakes her head at his inquiry. “No, William, you’re not. But I’ve got to say you have been doing that as well as hallucinating the entire night, but Ben said it was normal. Your wound had become infected and
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