Vivienne’s POV
When I opened my eyes, darkness surrounded me.
For a moment, I could not understand where I was. My mind felt blank, drifting somewhere between confusion and exhaustion.
Then the sharp scent of disinfectant filled my lungs.
Memory returned all at once.
The fall. The pain. The hospital.
My body felt heavy, as if it did not belong to me anymore. A dull ache pulsed through my ankle, slow and persistent.
I blinked and adjusted to the dim light in the room. Machines beside the bed emitted soft, steady sounds that made the silence feel even deeper.
“Vivienne.”
His voice broke through the quiet.
I turned my head and saw Alexander standing at the foot of the bed, watching me. His expression was calm, but there was fatigue in his eyes, something restrained beneath the surf
