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When I woke up again, the room was bathed in a soft evening glow that made it feel warmer than it actually was. I blinked a few times, my head felt heavy and my body sluggish, with tangled sheets wrapped around my legs. At first, it took me a moment to realize that I wasn't dreaming this time, I was awake for real. My throat was still a bit sore, but the dizziness that had kept me down earlier had mostly faded away.
I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples as bits and pieces of the previous day came back to me. The fever, the chills. I recalled glimpses of Adrien moving about the room, pressing a cold cloth to my forehead and making me drink something that reminded me suspiciously of his mom's chicken soup. It was still hard to believe
Adrien Fell, the guy who loved to call me a hamster, had actually taken care of me.
A smile crept onto my face despite myself. Perhaps things between us were finally changing. Maybe we were learning how to not be enemies anymore.
