My eyelids fluttered open, and Silvio's face appeared in front of my blurry vision with a blend of worry and relief etched across his features. His hand, cold and steady, pressed against mine as I emitted a low groan, the sound resonating with the delicate rustle of sheets.

“Careful.” Silvio's voice reached me, deep and hoarse, grounding my senses. It took a while for the fog to lift, for the threads of memory to weave back together.

I fainted.

“W…What happened?” I asked with a faint voice. All the strength suddenly left my body. My head was pounding loudly and so was my body aching. There was a faint ache...