CHAPTER 135: A Tragic Drama
The weight of the past few days, the endless vigil, the fear, the hope - all of it seemed to evaporate in an instant, replaced by a euphoric lightness as the doctors and nurses rushed in to examine Alexander after I'd rang the bell.
Alexander was awake. He'd come back to us.
I stumbled out of the room, my legs feeling like jelly beneath me but my heart soaring with joy and gratitude.
Nicola appeared, her eyes filled with worry. "What's going on?"
I couldn't form coherent sentences, my throat tight with emotion. Tears, hot and uncontrolled, streamed down my face. "He's awake," I managed to gasp out, my voice barely audible.
Nicola's eyes widened, her face a mask of shock and disbelief. And then without conscious thought, she wrapped me in an embrace.