The voice made me jump. Kira sat in the chair by my desk, a book open in her lap. She watched me with an expression that mixed relief with lingering concern, her dark eyes studying my face as if searching for signs of damage.
"How long have you been there?" I asked, pulling the blanket higher over my chest, suddenly aware that I was wearing nothing but underwear.
"Not long. Maybe an hour." She closed her book and set it aside. "I've been checking on you every day since you collapsed. When I came in this morning and saw you sleeping normally, not in that scary, unresponsive state you were in before, I decided to wait until you woke up."
I ran a hand through my hair, noticing it had dried in bizarre angles during my sleep. "Sorry for worrying you."
