Two days later, at the Peaceful Medical Center, Dahlia finally woke up.
The first thing she noticed was that she was in a very plain room that contained a table, two chairs, and a hospital bed. She thought everything looked vaguely familiar, as if she had been here before.
“You’re up?” Dustin quipped as he appeared at the entrance of the room.
He was carrying a bowl of chicken soup in one hand. Even though it wasn’t the most flavorful dish, the soup looked tantalizing to her as she hadn’t eaten anything for the past two days. So much so that her stomach began to growl non-stop at the sight of it.
“Were you the one who saved me?” she asked first to break the awkward tension between them.
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