POV: Naomi
I sat in the sitting room, one leg tucked slightly under the other, my back resting against the couch as I stared ahead without really seeing anything.
It had been three days.
Three whole days since Doctor Yu had stood in front of me with that calm, professional expression and told me—complete bed rest.
And I was already losing my mind.
I shifted slightly.
Which was… a bad idea.
A dull ache spread across my ribs, not sharp like before, but still very much there. It lingered, reminding me that my body hadn’t forgotten—even if I wanted to.
“…I’m fine,” I muttered under my breath.
Not completely fine.
But fine enough.
The sharp pain was gone. Now it was just… there. Annoying. Constant. Manageable.
But Tristan didn't believe me whenever I said I was fine.
I let out a sm
