Arthur sat frozen at the edge of the bed, the sheet wrapped around his waist, his eyes wide, breath unsteady. It all felt like a nightmare that refused to end. He pressed his palms against his head, forcing his mind to piece together the blur of the night before. Bits and fragments flashed through his memory—loud music, clinking glasses, Sabrina’s laughter, a dance… more drinks…

And then—nothing.

A quiet sigh beside him made his body stiffen. He turned slowly. Sabrina was stirring, stretching languidly with a lazy smile playing on her lips, her voice hoarse as she murmured,

“Morning, doctor…”

She blinked a few times against the sunlight filtering through the curtains.

Arthur said nothing. He just stared at her, silently begging her to deny what he already feared—to say it had all been some cruel mistake, a misunderstanding.

Sabrina pulled the sheet higher to cover herself, then frowned at his expression, feigning confusion.

“What’s with that face?”

Arthur shot to his feet, clutching t