Hospital.
Remington had slept deeply. When he finally stirred from his dreamless slumber, his arm instinctively pulled inward.
However, his embrace was empty.
A jolt of panic surged through him. He snapped his eyes open to find himself alone in the hospital bed, the space beside him decidedly vacant.
Lizetta was nowhere to be seen in the room.
Remington threw off the covers, his expression darkening. Just as he was about to shout for the nurses, the door pushed open, and a familiar figure appeared.
"Oh, you're awake?"
Lizetta had changed into a long trench coat. Having lost significant weight over the past two days, the cinched belt made her look as though she were swimming in the fabric.
Seeing her, the tension drained from Remington's face, replaced by a flash of profound heartache.
He rose from the bed, his tall frame closing the distance between them.
"Why did you get up? You haven't recovered yet, and you're wandering around."
As he spoke, his large, warm hand cupped her forehead.
The water in her lungs had triggered severe pneumonia, leaving her battling a dangerously high fever for the last forty-eight hours.
Feeling that her skin was finally cool to the touch, Remington let out a breath of relief. He bent down, scooped her into his arms, and carried her back to the bed in long strides.
Lizetta let him fuss over her, fully leaning into his tender care.
"I haven't contacted the family in two days; my grandparents must have been terrified. I just stepped out to find a quiet corner and video call them."
After speaking, Lizetta untied the belt of her trench coat.
As the collar parted slightly, Remington noticed she was still wearing her hospital gown underneath.
Watching her undress, his gaze darkened noticeably.

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