CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN

TRENT'S POV

I slowly blinked my eyes open, disoriented as the world around me came into fuzzy focus. An array of machinery surrounded me - IV stands, cardiac monitors beeping steadily, plastic tubing snaking across the bed.

Wires and electrodes were adhered to my bare chest, trailing off to various devices.

As my senses slowly rebooted, memories trickled back in flashes. The feverish chills racking my body...Ella's alarmed face swimming into view as I collapsed...the rash on my skin.

With a start, I realized where I must be - the hospital, recovering from what I don't know.

I shifted, relieved to find the strange rashes had faded from my exposed arms and torso. A pink envelope propped up on the bedside table caught my eye. Stretching over, I snagged it and flipped it open.

The looping handwriting scrawled across the card made my chest pump: "Get well soon, Trent. I'm here for you, always. Love..."

My cheeks flushed hot as I hastily turned the envelope over, half-expecting Ella's na