The next morning, Scarlett's eyes fluttered open to the warm rays of sunlight casted golden glow across her face. She blinked groggily, her head pounding with a dull ache. As her vision cleared, she realized she was lying on a firm bed, covered with a blanket.
"Good morning," a gentle voice greeted her. It was Maya, sitting close by with a soft smile. "You're finally awake."
Hearing Maya's voice, Scarlett turned her head slowly. The motion made her temples throb, but she managed a faint smile in return.
Just then, Garvin moved closer, though the strain on his face made it clear he was still in pain. Despite this, his worried expression spoke louder than words. "I'm glad you're awake," he said, his voice warm yet weak. "You had us all scared last night."
Scarlett pushed herself up, rubbing her temples to ease the lingering ache. "What happened?"
