Two days later.
Morning sunlight streamed softly through the windows as Phoebe woke up, still feeling groggy and lightheaded.
She blinked a few times, trying to adjust her eyes, then pulled the blanket off herself. That's when she noticed she was wearing pajamas—she had no idea when they'd been put on her.
The last thing she remembered was soaking in the cold bathtub, completely naked, before she lost consciousness.
Who changed her clothes?
Was it Alexander?
Thinking about him brought a bitter taste to her mouth. She glanced at the white bandage on her wrist and frowned.
Was she sick? How long had she been lying in bed?
A glance at the clock hanging on the wall made her heart race. It was already Thursday morning, and she had been in bed for two whole days. It was 8 a.m. now.
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