Clara's POV
The sound of the door opening and closing drew me out of my slumber and I regained consciousness slowly. "Get her another cloth to change into." A voice ordered. It sounded very familiar. After many tries, I finally opened my eyes and saw Adrien standing by the window with his hands in his pocket. I was in my room.
I guess he heard my rousing because he turned back immediately. " How are you feeling?" He asked, and I nodded slowly. My throat was a bit tight. Different questions ran through my mind like how many hours did I pass out? Why was he still watching over me? Was decoration still going on?
I tried to stand up from bed and I groaned from the impact of the pain that shot through my head and he rushed to my side instantly. His hand shot out to my hand and he felt for
