Jon's eyes fluttered open, his vision hazy as the world came into focus. His hand still rested gently on Jenny's head, her shallow breaths a faint reassurance amidst the chaos that lingered in his mind.
The tent's canvas walls swayed slightly, kissed by a salty breeze that carried the distant roar of the ocean. His body ached, each muscle protesting as he shifted to sit on a rickety wooden chair beside Jenny's cot.
"Haa…" A heavy exhale escaped him, exhaustion weighing down his bones.
"Oh, Jon, you're awake."
The voice was soft but firm, pulling him from his thoughts.
