Chapter 50
Natasha woke the next morning, her head pounding like a drum. The room was brightly lit, and she blinked a few times, trying to make sense of her surroundings. Then it hit her—the crash, Drogen, the chaos. Her heart raced as fragmented memories from the previous night flooded back.
She sat up quickly, her hands frantically running over her body, searching for any sign of injury. Relief washed over her when she found nothing—no cuts, no bruises. She was fine. Physically, at least. But something felt off.
"Drogen," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Where's Drogen?"
Sliding out of bed, she froze, noticing her attire. She was clean and dressed in soft pajamas. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed at the realization. Did he… clean me up? Change my clothes?
Her stomach growled loudly, breaking her train of thought. Hunger clawed at her insides, she hadn't had dinner last night due to the sudden accident.
