Chapter 88 Almost There

• Nadia couldn’t recall the two-plus-hours flight. She only had vague, hazy images of staring listlessly at a food tray, of half-formed thoughts, memories, regrets, hopes, prayers. Eric met her at the airport. She must have conveyed her flight information to him at some point. He looked exhausted, his man-bun skewed and wild atop his head.
• "How is he?" she asked immediately. "Has he woken?"
• Eric shook his head miserably. "He's in and out of consciousness. He has… an extremely high fever, Nadia."