Blanche's POV
Wrapped in Vincent's arms, I soon drifted off to sleep.
Early in the morning, I woke up feeling hot and sweaty.
I was drenched, and as I blinked myself awake, I was startled to find myself tangled up in Vincent's arms.
Vincent had me in such a tight embrace that I could barely catch my breath. 'Geez, does he have to squeeze so hard?' I thought.
Carefully, I nudged Vincent away before climbing down from the hospital bed.
Standing by the bed, I found myself remembering what Demetrius had told me.
He said he'd be back soon.
But so much time had passed, and he still hadn't returned.
Thinking about it made me anxious—I wanted to go outside and give Demetrius a call.
But just as I opened the door, I caught sight of Demetrius slumped on the bench by the entrance.
His eyes were bloodshot, shadows under them, with a rough layer of stubble along his jaw—he looked like he'd aged overnight.
