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Violet's eyes opened to the sight of a bouquet of fresh, fragrant, and colorful roses set on the stool available for the visitors to sit. Her eyes flickered in confusion as she tried to sit up straight. She was propped up on her elbows, in the middle of pulling herself up when a gentle and warm voice rang in her ears.
"Ah, you're awake, dear! I was cutting an apple for you." Violet turned her neck to the right and was filled with a sense of warmth to see Mrs. Styles sitting on the stool across from the bed next to her.
She had a plate before her, a knife and apple in her hold, peeling the apple. It was as if she was aware when Violet was going to wake up and hence cutting an apple for her.
Although feeling relieved that she was dressed and safely tucked under the sheet in the medica
