Anxieties 2

August 25, 12040.

Darren's head throbbed as he struggled to open his eyes. Mist and blurs of light forced him to shut his eyes again. He took slow deep breaths before trying to open his eyes again. As his blurred vision adjusted, he saw the bag of blood and IV drip that ran down to the needle in his arm. He tried sitting up, but his body ached in protests, forcing him to remain on his back.

The monitors had a steady and rhythmic beat. Darren turned his head to his left to find Alesia asleep on the sofa chair beside him. She laid on her side, a thermal blanket over her as she used her arm as a pillow. She looked very uncomfortable in the chair. The dark circles under her eyes and her tousled hair made it clear that she barely slept. She had been taking care of him all through the night without rest.

"Ale-" Darren struggled in his hoarse, dry throat. He licked her lips and swallowed his saliva to wet his throat. "Esia… Alesia," he said to her, his voice still soft.