Zane's POV
She's asleep in the chair beside the bed when they finally clear me for discharge.
Curled slightly to one side, her shoes are kicked off and wedding dress pooled around her. Her arms are crossed even in sleep, like she doesn't fully trust where she's resting. Her head is tilted forward, chin tucked, her long lashes resting against her cheeks.
She looks smaller in this position.
I clear my throat loudly in an effort to wake her up, she only stirs but doesn't wake.
"Elaine."
Nothing.
I tap the arm of the chair with my knuckles. "Wake up little spitfire. We're leaving." I called her that name once because it fits she's a spit fire and she's so little compared to me so… it kinda fit but hearing her say she doesn't like the name is the major reason I'm going to only be calling her that moving forward.
Her eyes open immediately.
