*Gwen’s POV*
My eyes snapped open at the sound of a soft moan from beside me. I looked out the window to see it was still dark—it must’ve been well past midnight—and felt a strong kink in my neck as I jolted up.
"Chelsea? Chelsea, are you okay? Can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?" I asked, bombarding her with questions as I turned to her.
Chelsea moaned, and without opening her eyes, weakly stuck her middle finger out toward me.
"Oh, god. You’re okay!" I laughed, wrapping my arms around her neck.
When I pulled back, her gaze was fixed on me. It had worked. The blood, the IV fluids…everything. She was okay.
"Gwen,” she tried, but she broke into an instant cough attack.
I grabbed the water Isabella left on the nightstand and Chelsea happily took it. She handed the glass back to me, and I returned it to its original spot.
“W-what happened? Where am I?" she asked.