Shay was awake before her eyes opened. She felt the stickiness of her eyelashes sealing her eyelids together and rolled over, hoping to fall back into a deeper slumber than her previous failures. Her eyes finally sprang open, exposing empty, golden brown eyes. Lack of knowledge of her location made her sit up slowly from her resting place, brushing her hair back from her paler than usual face. She realized her arms felt weak, and looked down at her torso, finding herself in a slightly dank t-shirt.

Kicking her legs over the side of the bed, she wobbled around slightly, catching herself on her bedside table. Brittle, discolored petals that she once recalled being purple greeted her eyes.

"Donovan."

The word seemed stale on her tongue; it hadn't been spoken in a while. Lifting the flowers gingerly with her thumb and forefinger, they crumbled under her touch, making her wonder how long she'd been out. Obviously something had made her sick because she only slept this long when she had something serious. A butterfly landed on her shoulder and she realized the window stood open, a soft breeze trickling in. Moving over to the pane, she rubbed one of her eyes, looking out into the overcast afternoon, more butterflies filtering in.