Opening his eyes, Cristian blinked twice, trying to clear the haze clouding his vision. "Ugh!" A sharp pang from his abdomen made him wince as he attempted to move.
"Don't exert yourself. Your pathways are still healing," Anna, just entering the room, hurried to his side, her gaze fixated on his bandaged form, concern etched on her face.
"Where's Sheila?" Cristian's voice was strained, but his determined stare demanded a direct answer.
Creak!
The door slowly swung open, revealing Sheila's graceful figure adorned in a sky blue gown.
"You're awake!" Sheila dashed towards him, leaping onto the bed and enveloping him in a warm embrace.
Sensing the need for privacy, Anna tactfully retreated from the room, affording them a moment alone.
As they held each other, Sheila eased back, her delicate fingers tracing his features, while Cristian gazed at her, as though etching every detail of her face into his memory.