My eyes slowly opened when a bright light fell upon my face. I blinked a few times to adjust my vision. My heart felt hollow as I felt so weak.
I looked around and found myself in Marianne's room. My throat was dry. I shifted and saw Marianne, sleeping on the couch.
“Papa…?” I slowly sat up, my head hurt along with an aching pain in my heart. I put my hand over my head and closed my eyes, feeling heartbroken.
“Marianne?” The creaking sound of the door made me think that it's Ryan so I quickly shot my head but the one who came was Papa.
"Papa." I whispered.
"Oh, My child, Finally you are awake." Papa came and patted my head.
He sat beside me as I put my head on his lap. He ran his hands in my hair and spoke softly, "You have become so weak. You need to eat properly."
I hummed, holding him close and closing my eyes, receiving solace in my father's embrace.