Natalia's POV :
Beep.
Beep.
When I opened my eyes I realized I was laying on a hospital's bed. My head was pounding hard and I was feeling so cold and numb. Stephen was sitting on the couch and reading newspaper.
"Stephen―" I coughed as my throat was dry like Sahara desert.
"Natalia, you're awake." He said surprisingly.
He placed the newspaper on the couch beside him and made his way toward me wearing a concerned look. I managed to get up and rest my body against the pillow in a sitting position.
"How are you feeling now?" He gripped my both hands and asked softly, sitting on the bed beside me.
"Very cold and a disgusting headache." I chuckled dryly.
"Well, because of the fever. You'll be okay. Don't worry." He squeezed my palms and sighed.
"I'm sorry, Natalia." He whispered.
"W
