Camila's POV
I slowly opened my eyes, the bright hospital lights making me squint. The first faces I saw were Henry and my brother, Noah, both standing beside me with anxious expressions. I blinked a few more times, then let my eyes flutter shut briefly before opening them again to make sure I wasn't imagining things.
Henry leaned in closer and gently took my hand in his.
"Hey… are you alright? How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice soft and full of worry.
I looked at him and offered a faint smile. "I'm okay," I said hoarsely. "Just… tired."
He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "That's alright. You need to rest. I'll be right here when you wake up, okay?"
I nodded, already feeling sleep tug at me again. But just knowing he was here gave me peace. I wanted him close. Needed him close. With a deep breath, I let myself drift off again.