When she woke up, it was three in the afternoon.
Miss Williams's butterfly-like lashes trembled gently, and her eyes were greeted by a pristine white ceiling. She tried to sit up straight, but Waylon Lewis quickly stepped over to support her.
"Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Miss Williams looked up with a gentle smile, "Much better. How long was I unconscious?"
"Not long, six hours."
"Okay." Miss Williams lifted the blanket, preparing to get out of bed.
"What do you want to do?"
Miss Williams blinked, "Go to the bathroom."
Waylon Lewis bent down and picked up Miss Williams, carrying her straight into the bathroom, and then reached out to pull down her pants.
Miss Williams was startled, a blush instantly flooded her cheeks, and she quickly held onto her pants, looking at him in surprise, "What are you trying to do?"
She was still injured; he didn't have to be such a beast...