Chapter 43: Being Tended To - Isolde

I feel myself waking up to two conflicting sensations. On one hand, I feel like someone poured gasoline on me and lit me on fire, on the other hand, it’s somewhat bearable because there’s a warm, cosy feeling hovering over me bringing a sense of calm. I like this feeling; the other one can piss off. I feel worry under the calm, reaching down into my soul, and I don’t like this feeling either, but my eyes fly open when my brain registers where it’s coming from.

I look to my right and see Valeria sleeping soundly beside me, her hand wrapped around mine. She looks like an angel. I don’t think any exist, but if they do, then I think she’s mine. There’s a strand of hair hanging over her face, tickling her nose, so I go to move it only to let out a deep groan the moment I move my body. Bad idea! Should not have done that!

Valeria’s eyes fly open and she’s sitting up faster than I can blink looking me over frantically.

“¡gracias a dios!” She sighs in relief, “I’m so glad you’re awake, I’v