Zoe Lewis felt that she had been asleep for a very long time, having a complicated and lengthy dream where she was both thirsty and hungry, suffering terribly.
Someone seemed to be feeding her water little by little. When her throat felt a bit more comfortable, she finally struggled to open her eyes.
She experienced a moment of confusion.
All she saw was white, and she found herself lying in Leon's arms. He had a small spoon, pinching her face, feeding her water sip by sip.
Was she still dreaming?
How could Leon possibly be holding her, feeding her water?
"Awake?"
His voice was slightly hoarse, tinged with a hint of apology: "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? I can call a doctor to check on you."
Zoe Lewis's drifting consciousness was instantly pulled back to her body, and she widened her eyes, looking at Leon: "We were rescued? We didn't die?"
"No, we're not dead. We're in a hospital now, but you had some dehydration and a high fever."
