#Chapter51 She didn’t.

Theodore I was across the room before I realized it. She blinked slowly, confusion clouding her gaze at first. But then she looked at me, and I could see the recognition in her eyes. I wrapped my hand around her. Her lips twitched with discomfort. She tried to speak, but her throat was dry. She cleared it, then barely whispered, “Theo…” I grabbed a cup and poured her a glass of water. “I’m here,” I assured her, my voice breaking. “You’re safe. You’re going to be okay.” Her eyes searched mine, but there was a cloud of confusion, of fear. The events of the night hadn’t fully registered in her mind yet. She was still in shock, still reeling from everything. She swallowed hard, trying to focus. “What… happened? After—” "Take your time, Violet." I offered her the cup. "How about a bit?" She nodded. I lifted the bed up and helped her drink. She grunted and coughed, reaching for her throat. "I'll call the doct--" She reached out, putting her hand around my wrist. Her fa