I woke up. My whole body feels ache and sore. This dim white room, is this the London nursing room? Does the watch show 4 o'clock? Is it now four in the morning or four in the evening? I shuffled awake, saw the infusion was attached to my arm, and my clothes had changed to the clothes of a patient.
"You're awake" Alex entered my room. Why is he here? To scold me, he still won't let me go? Is this part of the threat.
"Why are you here? I'm going back to Paris myself. You don't have to wait for me." Alexander just looked at me. Then arrange to raise my bed.
"Drink this, and the doctor said you have to take this medicine after you wake up." He handed me a glass of water and a few pills of medicine.
I received the medicine from him and swallowed it quickly. He patiently took my glass back and put it on the table. I silently looked at him.
