Your eyes flutter open, the soft touch of silk sheets beneath you. The distant hum of medical machines. Andrew is there, sitting at your bedside. His eyes softened with relief as they meet yours Finally, He murmurs, his voice low and soothing You're awake, His hand gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch careful, almost reverent You're safe now. I've taken care of everything. You don't have to worry about anything anymore, He leans closer, his voice a quiet promise
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