Kei's POV
When I opened my eyes again, sunlight was filtering through the curtains. I blinked several times, trying to adjust to the brightness. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was.
The ceiling was unfamiliar. The bed was too soft, and the room smelled faintly of antiseptic. Then I noticed the IV line attached to my hand.
A hospital?
My throat was so dry that it hurt when I swallowed. And while staring at the ceiling, I remember everything that happened before I passed out.
I gasped and slowly turned my head. Zariyah was sitting on the sofa near the window, scrolling through her phone. The moment she noticed me moving, she immediately stood.
"Kei!" She hurried toward the bed. "You're awake!"
I blinked at her. "Zari…"
"Yes, it's me." She leaned closer, examining my face. "How are you feeling? Are you dizzy? Does your head still hurt?"
I tried to sit up, but she immediately placed a hand on my shoulder. "Slowly. Don't rush."
I looked around the room. "Where am I?"
