"Thalia… can you hear me?"
Tiara's voice came first—soft, but tight with worry.
"Did you have a bad dream?"
Thalia's brows furrowed slightly as she turned her head, finally noticing Tiara and Arthur standing by her bedside.
"Where am I?" she asked, her voice hoarse. "What happened?"
Relief washed over Tiara's face.
"You're in the hospital," she said gently. "You fainted… and you've been unconscious for three days."
Arthur let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding.
"You scared us," he added quietly.
Thalia blinked, trying to process it.
"Three days…?" she repeated, her voice softer now.
Her hand moved slightly against the bed, as if grounding herself.
"But… I was with Will—"
She stopped mid-sentence, her gaze sharpening as it shifted to Tiara.
"Sis… there's something I need to ask you."
Tiara, clearly puzzled, nodded slowly. "What is it? Just ask."
