Elena slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was still blurry, but she could feel the bright white light from the hospital lamp. Her head still felt heavy, but at least she could breathe more freely.

Once she regained consciousness, she saw the figure sitting in the chair next to her bed—Nathan.

He was looking at her with an expression that was hard to read, his eyes sharp but showing no obvious signs of emotion.

"Elena," Nathan finally spoke, his voice low and firm. "You're awake."

Elena blinked a few times before trying to get up, but her body still felt weak.

"Why am I here?" she muttered.

"You collapsed at...