"Arwen?"
The soft voice came quietly, almost like a whisper.
Arwen blinked, her eyelids heavy. Her vision was blurry for a moment before Robyn's anxious but relieved face appeared at her left side.
On the other side, Ryan sat in a chair beside the bed, his gaze calm but with a trace of worry, as if he had been holding his breath for too long.
"You're awake!" Robyn exclaimed in relief, gripping Arwen's hand tightly. "Oh my God, I thought you—"
"Robyn," Ryan cut in gently, signalling his younger sister not to continue.
Arwen looked back and forth between them, her mind still foggy. "What happened?" Her voice was weak and hoarse, as if she had been crying in her sleep for a long time.
Robyn took a deep breath. "I knocked on your door again and again, but you didn't answer. I panicked a
