"How could I have a fever?" She wondered, touching her forehead. Her body felt as though it had endured a severe illness.

Michael tucked the blanket around her and said, "Your body hasn’t fully recovered; you're still weak. Moreover, drinking so much alcohol has undoubtedly lowered your resistance."

"How did I end up here?"

"You were drunk. Someone from your crew called me, and I came to pick you up."

Rianne looked at his hospital gown and guessed he must have come directly from the hospital to collect her. Given her fever, he likely hadn’t had time to change.

Noticing the bruise under his eyes, she felt a twinge of...