CLARA'S POV
I squinted my eyes open as I looked around in confusion.
It took me a while before I realized what had happened to me but how I got to my room was what I couldn't understand.
“Ma'am Irene??” I called in a hoarse voice.
My throat stung as hell as I got up from the bed.
“You should lie down Clara!!! Don't try to get up.” Ma'am Irene said as she walked into the room with a plate on her hand.
“What's that?? And where is sir???” I asked.
“First, it's soup for your throat and second, forget about Arsenio for now and focus on your recovery.”
“But I am fine ma'am.” I said.
“With a voice like that??? No you aren't…drink up and make sure nothing remains.” She said.
I took the plate from her as I tasted the soup.
“It's bitter.” I said as I scrunch my face in disgust.
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