Quinn still hold?

A few more days passed before Belle finally woke, finding Hezekiah seated by her bedside, fast asleep. 

She lay staring at the ceiling, her thoughts scrambling to make sense of her surroundings. The faint hum of distant activity drifted into the room, but her mind clung to fragmented memories. Suddenly recalling the fire signal she had rushed to retrieve, she bolted upright, her gaze darting around in confusion. Why was she lying in bed? 

Her hand instinctively went to her neck, and she winced as her fingers brushed over a bandage. The pain was faint now, almost gone, but the memories of being bitten sent a chill down her spine. 

Noticing Hezekiah, she gently tapped his shoulder. His eyes fluttered open, and the warmth in her smile was mirrored by his. 

"You are awake," he murmured, relief softening his features as he leaned closer, his eyes scanning her for any signs of lingering harm.