Gen — POV
A soft ahm slips from my throat as my eyes flutter open.
The ceiling swims into focus, unfamiliar and pale. My hand lifts on instinct, fingers brushing my temple—and I freeze. Something cold rests there. A patch. Cool, soothing. I blink twice, fully awake now, then slowly push myself upright.
My chest feels light.
Too light.
I glance down—and my breath catches. Bare skin. A faint medicinal scent. Ointment smeared carefully over the red burn on my chest. I shove the blanket aside in panic, then release a shaky sigh when I realize I'm still wearing pants.
Thank God.
But… these aren't the pants I wore last night.
My head throbs as fragments return. The couch. The heat. Darkness swallowing me whole. And then—nothing.
Did… did Arem change my clothes?
Heat rushes to my face so fast it almost hurts. I press my fingers to my cheeks, mortified, then my gaze drifts back to the cold patch on my temple. He did this. All of it.
I swallow.
