~Alistair's POV~
The world lurched. I tripped, my weak knees buckling completely. I didn't fall alone. As I went down, I took Andrew with me, my hands clutching at his shoulders for a grip that wasn't there.
We landed on the mattress with a heavy, muffled thud, a chaotic tangle of limbs and heavy breathing. I was pinned beneath him, the air knocked out of my lungs, staring up into his eyes as he hovered inches above me. For the first time since the hospital, the constant, screaming noise in my head went silent.
Andrew froze, his gaze searching mine with an intensity that made my skin prickle. Then, reality seemed to snap back for him. He scrambled up, his face flushed with a mixture of awkwardness and concern.
"I… I'm so sorry, Alis," he stammered, quickly pushing himself off me and scrambling to his feet.
