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~Lisa's POV
I woke up slowly.
My head spun as I blinked against the faint light filtering in through the small, dusty window. Everything ached, my chest, my limbs, even my eyes. I shifted slightly, and that was when I realized I wasn't lying alone.
My head was resting in someone's lap.
Milo.
He was seated on the cold floor, his back against the wooden wall of the old storage room. His eyes were closed, his breathing soft and even. He'd fallen asleep while watching over me. I stared at him for a moment, my heart softening. His arms were crossed loosely over his chest, but one hand rested gently on my shoulder, like he wanted to make sure I didn't disappear.
My chest tightened. No one had ever done that for me before. Not since my father.
"Milo…" I whispered, my voice hoarse.
His eyes snapped open immediately. He looked down at me, eyes wide with concern. "Lisa? You're awake. Are you okay?" His voice was quiet, filled with worry.
