Rhehan opened the door very slowly as if the person lying on the bed was not unconcious but sleeping. The VIP room was elegantly covered in dark wood, with all available ameneties.
Rose lay on the bed peacefully , her cheeks were no longer pale. Her arm was wrapped in bandages and few machines were attatched to record her vitals.
Rhehan took the seat closest to her and saw her face carefully. Her features were too delicate which gave her the look of a fairy. She was now covered in a loose hospital gown, but Rhehan could not help but look at her curves carefully.
He did not realise that this was the first time he did not have a hard on , looking at a girl. For the first time he was not looking at her with lusty eyes. He wanted to savour her image in his mind forever. His beautiful saviour, who looks so stunning even when unconcious. Her selfless attitude towards Rhehan had made him look at women with a different perspective.
