CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER 12.

Dom.

The woman in front of me writhes desperately, her heart shaped face coated in slick sweat as she turns and gasps in the bed. Worry lines coat my temple as I my mind reels with what could be wrong.

The doctor had told me she may experience frequent hallucinations and even distorted dreams after the surgery, but right now, seeing her she looks downright uncomfortable.

"Lana." I voice her name more softly this time and suddenly as if controlled by some remote, she freezes, her steely blue eyes turn to me and she looks like she's seen a ghost.

I settle down comfortably beside her before jolting up again.

From how soaked in sweat she is, I'm sure she must be burning up. Could it be a fever? Or maybe the room is too hot? I make my way over to the AC to turn it up a little while pulling the curtains open.