"The baby's been stabilized, but the mother is extremely weak. She'll need careful monitoring—no strenuous activities whatsoever. Once she can get out of bed, gentle walks and regular check-ups will be necessary. We'll reassess her recovery progress then."
With that, the doctor left, and soon after, Clara was wheeled out of the emergency room by a nurse.
Her face was ghostly pale, lost in a whirlwind of feverish dreams where she kept waking, only to plunge back into sleep.
Then at dawn, a shaft of sunlight fell across her face. Her eyelids fluttered open, fingers flexing slightly—only to find her hand clasped in someone else's.
She turned her head. James Lancaster. Wearing casual loungewear, he lay asleep beside her.
Clara's breath caught. Why was he here?
This wasn't her bedroom. Or
