Richard slowly opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar white ceiling looming grimly over him. He knew what each room of the Emerald Hotel looked like and this ceiling was not a part of it. He wasn't home either.
He tried to move but his body felt painfully heavy. Turning his head to his right, he saw Amelie sleeping peacefully in the armchair, all curled up with her knees tucked to her chest and her head resting on her hands.
Now, he finally realized where he was –– it was a hospital room.
The memories of the last night came rushing to his head along with the awareness of his own body. He felt weak, feverish, and heavy; his muscles ached and he felt a little cold. He then saw an IV drip connected to his left arm and let out a long sigh.
'I guess I overdid it last night in the end...'
