Sucking in a deep breath, Ayla winced, feeling a sting on her wrist and tried to pry open her eyes.
However, her eyelids weighed heavily, only managing to open halfway.
It was just enough, though blurry, to make out a man standing behind three women, musing worriedly.
"Be careful."
Her eyelids grew heavier, making it difficult to keep them open any longer, but knowing he was there with her, she relaxed and let them fall shut again, slipping back into sleep.
She stirred awake five hours later, her eyes barely adjusting to the room before she saw the same three women rush in.
One took notes, another checked the machines nearby, while the third felt her temperature.
"No sign of fever."
Holding open her upper eyelid, the woman flashed a penlight into it, flicking it for a moment before humming in satisfaction and letting go.
"Healthy eye coordination and no sign of infection. Her vitals also remain stable."
