Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 274

Xena's POV

Consciousness crept back slowly, like swimming up from the bottom of a dark ocean. The first thing I noticed was the sterile smell-antiseptic, clean sheeti that unmistakable hospital scent that seemed to cling to everything. My mind felt foggy, wrapped in cotton, but gradually the fog began to lift. I was alive Somehow, impossibly, I was alive.

I struggled to open my eyes, the bright light stabbing through my skull like needles, Sunlight streamed through a window, painting golden squares across the white hospital room. As my vision cleared, I became aware of a weight beside my bed. Someone was there, slumped forward with their head resting on their arms.

With tremendous effort, I lifted my head slightly to get a better look.

Ryder.

My heart stopped for a moment before hammering against my ribs. He was asleep, his blond hair falling across his forehead, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. The sight of him here, real and breathing. My world, which had been nothing but pain and darkness, suddenly burst back into color.

had survived. I was looking at the person I had missed more

happiness crashed over me like a tidal wave, so

the hospital pillow. I tried to turn my head

at me with such tenderness it nearly broke me all over again. That was it-the dam burst

he scrambled for tissues on the bedside table. His hands shook

my forehead, and I felt

so much," I

chest like he was afraid I might disappear. I melted

something," Logan's teasing

reluctant to release me. At the sound of my brother's voice, the emotions I'd just managed to

sister's turned into a crybaby,"

which only made