Dahlia slowly opened her eyes, immediately assaulted by the bright and noisy surroundings. Whispers filled the room, mingling with the rhythmic beeping of a machine. As she took in her surroundings, the events of the previous night flooded back into her mind. She had fainted right after young Colton fell asleep, likely due to a combination of intoxication and extreme fatigue. But who had saved them? And where was Colton now?
Simultaneously, with the weight pressing down on her body, the door to the room suddenly opened. A man in a black polo shirt entered, deep in conversation with a doctor. She strained to see his face, but he remained turned away from her.
"She's fine, Mr. Anderson. She just needs rest. Her body is weak and susceptible to illness due to exhaustion and hunger," the doct
