Chapter125:

Chapter 125 CELESTE Within minutes, his breathing had evened out and I knew he was asleep. But I didn't move from my position on the edge of the bed, still holding his hand, watching his chest rise and fall. The headache could be nothing. Just a migraine triggered by stress and lack of sleep, like Dr. Morrison had said. Or it could be related to his returning memories, his brain rewiring itself as it healed. Or it could be something worse. Something we hadn't caught yet, some complication from the original injury that was just now manifesting. I gently released his hand and stood, moving to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. My reflection in the mirror looked haggard—dark circles under my eyes, worry lines around my mouth, the general appearance of someone barely holding it together. He'd been trying to tell me something. Something about his memories, about this morning's grab, about what it all meant. And I'd been so terrified of what he might say that part of me was almost