Elara's POV
“Elara!! Elara!!”
Zach’s persistent calling of my name drifted me out of my sleep.
I flung my eyes open, only to be hit with the sharp smell of disinfectant, and then noticed the drip connected to my hand.
“Good, good. Thank God you’re awake. I was a bit scared the moment the doctor said you were going to have a coma,” Zach said, his voice almost trembling, his handsome face zooming really close to mine as he gestured to help me sit up.
“Thanks a lot, Zach,” I said. My body still felt weak but was better than before. At least I was no longer dizzy.
“Achoo!” I sneezed, rubbing my nose that was itching.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick and take a day off?”
“But my salary would be deducted,” I said, leaning down on my headboard.
“Yes, but it’s better than making the
