Nisha POV
When Nisha opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the white ceiling.
Her head ached like she had been hit with a hammer.
She sat up slowly. Her body felt heavier than usual.
Oliver was sitting by the window, his jacket thrown over the chair. Lily stood near the bed, her face tight with worry.
"You're finally awake," Lily said, stepping closer.
Nisha rubbed her temples and looked around. "How long was I out?"
"One hour and twenty minutes," Oliver replied. "You came out twenty minutes after we left that Cursed Spirit's domain."
"Did you talk about Adrian to Lyra?" she asked quietly.
Oliver shook his head. "No. We were waiting for you."
"Good," Nisha said. She pushed the blanket aside and stood up, ignoring the slight dizziness that followed. "I just found a way to save Adrian. It might be our last hope."
Lily blinked in surprise. "Wait, what? You found a way?"
Nisha nodded. "Yes. But I'll explain later. We need to move now."
