"Mm…" Emma moaned as she slowly parted her lids, taking a moment to adjust her vision to the brightness around her.
Her deep blue eyes landed on a familiar face—one looking back at her with a soft smile.
Her lips curved involuntarily at the sight as she whispered, "Hey."
William gently brushed the strands of hair away from her face as he asked, "How do you feel now?"
Emma closed her eyes and didn't speak for a few moments.
Thinking his hand was obstructing her, William began to withdraw it—only for Emma to catch it and press it against her cheek.
"Don't… I want to feel this… you're warm." She softly rubbed her cheek against his hand.
William gave a helpless smile. "Acting so adorable… do you want me to hug you right here in the infirmary?"
Emma slowly opened her eyes, realization dawning on her, but she still didn't release his hand. "Are we still at the contest venue?"
William nodded. "Everyone has been discharged already, and most of them have left."
