Faye's POV
Fuck, I had been unconscious for two months.
When I finally woke up, the world felt like it was made of heavy gray lead. I sat up slowly in the hospital bed, my muscles stiff and protesting every tiny movement. A nurse, dressed in crisp white that hurt my eyes, placed a small plastic cup of pudding that looked like translucent jelly on the tray in front of me. Sasha and Malo were already in the room. They were sitting in the corner, watching me with expressions that were a mix of relief and deep sadness. They started filling me in on everything I had missed while I was asleep, talking about the news and school, but I wasn't really listening. My eyes kept searching the corners of the room, looking for that one specific person.
"Where is Princess?" I asked. My voice sounded weak and thin, like a ghost of itself, but the worry behind it was loud enough.
