184 — The end.

My eyes take a while to adjust to the brightness, but slowly, the blur goes away. I move my hands, feeling a weight on one of them.

I blink a few times heavily, looking down carefully because I still feel a little dizzy, and see that Desmond is sitting in an armchair next to the bed, holding my hand.

He senses my movements and slowly opens his eyes, looking directly at me, taking a few moments for