Irene's POV
A week later, I woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and the unfamiliar sensation of not being in constant pain.
My leg, which had been throbbing agony for days, felt almost normal. I could move it without wanting to scream, could flex my toes and bend my knee with only mild discomfort.
It was healing fast. Faster than it should have been possible which i found a bit strange.
I turned my head on the pillow and found Yin asleep beside me, still fully dressed like he'd passed out from exhaustion rather than actually going to bed properly. His dark hair was messy, falling across his forehead, and there were shadows under his eyes that spoke of too many sleepless nights.
