The hospital room was predominantly gold-themed, with golden curtains. The sunlight hit them, reflecting a blinding brilliance.
It was already mid-morning outside. Crossley Gibson finished drinking water and asked, "Where... where am I?"
"You're in the Lowe City First Hospital, private ward area." The young nurse took away the cup and replied with a smile, "Miss Gibson, you had a high fever of 41 degrees Celsius last night, and by the time you were brought to the hospital, you were already unconscious and delirious. You slept for eleven hours!"
"Eleven hours!?" Crossley frowned and leaned back against the bed slowly. After drinking some water, her throat wasn't as dry, but her voice was still weak. "…How did I get to the hospital!?"
She remembered collapsing at the bar entrance, likely seen by the security who then brought her here, right?
