Adrian's POV
I climbed down from the chair the second I overheard footsteps echoing through the hallway. My mind reeling from the information I had heard. From what I had witnessed. From the tensed scene that'd played.
My foot slipped and I almost fell but I managed to steady myself before darting back to the bed and pretending to be asleep. Except, I had forgotten two things.
First, I hadn't returned the chair to where I'd dragged it from.
Second, the drips I had yanked off my body still dangled uselessly at the side of the bed.
Nanny Brielle walked into the room a few seconds later, much to my relief that she was th one. For a fleeting, dreadful moment, I thought it was someone else, someone I didn't expect and certainly didn't want to see.
She paused as ahe noticed the chair and stared at me before she continued.
She was carrying a bowl and inside it, when she reached where I was, I recognized the familiar ointment she always used on my wounds.
