Noah.
"Noah! N–Noah…"
Anabel's voice sounded distant at first, like it was coming from the end of a long tunnel. It echoed faintly, layered over the noise inside my own head. I hadn't even realized I had drifted away from the present moment until her voice sharpened with urgency.
"Noah!"
I blinked.
The room came back into focus.
Her face was right in front of me, her brows drawn together in confusion and concern. I must have been staring blankly ahead, lost somewhere far from the bed, far from her, far from this conversation.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked, studying my face closely. Her eyes moved over my features as though searching for cracks, like she expected to see something physically broken.
I forced a slow breath.
What was wrong with me?
I wasn't actually fine.
Not even close.
My body might have recovered enough to sit upright, to speak, to argue, but my mind was restless. Uneasy. Burning with thoughts I didn't want to acknowledge out loud.
