"You're awake?"
Charles stepped into the room to find Janet lying on the bed, dazedly staring at the ceiling like he didn't exist. That little bit of indifference made him pout—just a little.
"Where did you go?"
Janet tried to sit up, but the motion made her gasp sharply in pain. Charles rushed forward, helping her up with utmost care. His fingers brushed her bangs aside, and his voice softened into a tone that could melt steel.
"You slept all day. You must be starving. I went to get us dinner."
With that, he pulled out the source of the delicious smell—a warm, fragrant takeout box filled with authentic L.A.-style Chinese dishes. The scent alone had Janet's stomach rumbling.
"Wait... you said I slept all day? It's night already?"
Janet blinked toward the darkened sky outside the window. She vaguely remembered waking up that morning... only to fall right back into deep slumber.
"Yup. My little sleepy pig. Honestly, if I sold you while you were out, you wouldn't even know it."
