The morning sunlight poured through the window, warming the room with its soft glow. Chase stirred awake, blinking as the brightness tugged him from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes groggily, taking a moment to adjust to the light, before glancing around the room. It was quiet—too quiet. His gaze moved to the bed, where Arrow had been resting the night before, but the bed was empty.
Confusion quickly turned to panic as Chase's eyes darted around the room. His heart stopped when he spotted Arrow crumpled on the floor near the foot of the bed, his still body illuminated by the sun's rays.
"Arrow?" Chase called out, his voice shaking as he scrambled out of bed and rushed to him. Dropping to his knees, he gently shook Arrow's shoulder. "Arrow, wake up! Come on, say something!"