Camden's eyes flew open as she heard her name being called. It was Clayton's voice. She sat up, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Clayton entered the room with a huge smile on his face, one that she couldn't help but return. "You're awake," he said, his voice filled with genuine happiness. "How are you?" he asked, approaching her as if for a hug. He seemed to notice her apprehension and said, "Sorry, maybe it's a bit soon for that," changing his approach a little awkwardly and sitting next to her on the edge of her bed instead. "How are you feeling?" he asked again, his smile reassuring.
Camden wasn't sure what to make of all this. Why did Clayton seem so happy? "I... I'm okay, I guess," she stammered, her voice laced with confusion. "I'm glad to hear that,"
