Sebastian

VIVIAN

I slowly stirred awake, my eyelids fluttered open, and I found myself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.

Confusion surged through me as I realized I was lying on a large, plush bed, far softer than anything I’d ever slept on before.

Where am I?

I blinked a few times, struggling to make sense of my surroundings.

The room was elegantly furnished, with a window to my right showing the sky now clear and blue, though I could tell it had rained heavily.

Panic flared in my chest as I forced myself to sit up. My muscles ached, and a sharp pain shot through my head, making me wince.

Just as I managed to pull myself halfway up, the door creaked open.

A familiar figure stepped into the room, his eyes immediately locking onto mine.

It was him.

The guy from the hospital, back at college.

The one who has offered to take me out for lunch, the one whose name I never really caught.

His expression softened as he approached the bed. “Hey, take it easy,” he said, his voice so calm and soothing.