Lancelot left, but Florence didn't bother to care.
Too tired to request a private room, she found a quiet corner to continue her IV treatment.
The exhaustion and blood loss weighed on her, dragging her into drowsiness.
Just as she was about to drift off, she felt someone approach.
But her eyelids were too heavy, and despite her efforts, she couldn't open them.
A moment later, something warm was draped over her. The scent was familiar, wrapping her in a sense of security. Then, she felt herself being lifted.
Her mind swirled as she tried to recall whose presence this was, but the thought slipped away as she sank into a deep sleep.
Lancelot's gaze was somber as he looked at Florence. Even in sleep, her brows furrowed as though she was plagued by unease.
He had followed her from the c
