When Elara opened her eyes, the first thing that she noticed was the bright lights that almost blinded her, making her wince in annoyance.
She groaned, raising her hand subconsciously, which was followed by a hiss as the pain travelled throughout her left hand.
"Careful," she heard a familiar voice before the light was blocked for her, and she opened her eyes slowly, her gaze meeting Antonio's worried eyes.
He had lifted a file from the nightstand and used it to block the lights for her.
His knitted brows and lips pressed into a thin line suddenly reminded her of Justin, who would've acted the same way, and a smile appeared on her lips.
The memories of what exactly happened before she lost consciousness and was carried to the hospital rushed to her head, and she held the side of her head with an irritated grunt.
Elara sat with her back supported on the pillows, with Antonio pressing the button to lift the upper side of the bed.
