Dominic led the group into the bedroom where Arette lay on a large bed. April informed them in a hushed tone, "She's been stirring and should wake up soon." The room felt awkward with anticipation, each breath taken carefully, as if afraid to disturb the moment.
Almost as if on cue, Arette's eyelids fluttered open. Her voice was weak and frail as she mumbled, "Where am I?" Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on Dami. Recognition sparked in her eyes, and she weakly called out, "Dami..."
The sound of her name was enough to break Dami's composure. Tears spilled from her eyes as she moved closer to the bed. Garette, unable to contain his emotions, rushed forward and wrapped Arette in a tight hug. His sobs filled the room, a mixture of relief and overwhelming joy that she was fine.
