What’s this strong unpleasant odour? Antiseptics? Disinfectants? Where am I?

Oh! I remember. I took the bullet that was meant for Mr. Turner. Seems like I’m in hospital right now.

I can hear some indistinct voices. This voice. It's very familiar. Is It Mr. Turner?

But what is he saying? I cannot hear it clearly. Please speak loudly. I wanna hear your voice.

“Please wake up soon, Garaine. I can’t bear to see you like this. Please wake up for me.”

I’m awake Mr. Turner! Mr- Wait, I can’t open my eyes. Ugh! I have to open my eyes. I want to see him.

Is he crying? Why is his voice quivering?

“Mr. Turner…” She croaked, blinking several times to adjust her vision.

Weylin, who was holding her hand between his palms while touching it to his forehead, immediately looked up. His eyes widened as he saw her blinking at him.

“Garaine, you are awake!”

“Water,” she grunted.

He immediately poured some water in the glass. Helping her to get up slowly, he held the rim of the glass near her lips.