By the time Abigail woke up, she was inside a small white room with gray and blue curtains by the window. She blinked as she tried her best to look at her view. It still felt a little blurry in her eyes as she glanced at the glucose syringe attached to her wrist. Her other hand had a syringe of blood attached to her.
Then she happened to look up and met Nicholas's eyes. His face remained cold and dark as he stared at her.
No… He seemed to have been standing nearby and staring at her for God knows how long.
Abigail felt a little guilty in her heart. By this time, her depressive phase had already started to fade. There was a rare sense of peace in her mind before her mania could take over.
Right now, it could be said that she was finally sane.
She coughed and raised her right hand weakly and said, "Hi…."
