When Hudson woke again, night had fallen.
The bedside lamp was on, casting a faint glow across the room. Chelsea was slumped over the edge of the bed, fast asleep.
The moment Hudson shifted his hand, Chelsea jolted awake.
She straightened up immediately, her face full of feigned concern.
"Hudson, you're finally awake. The doctor said you passed out from severe blood loss and extreme emotional distress. You need to rest and recover now."
Hudson pressed his dry lips together. His voice came out hoarse. "Did they find Celia?"
Chelsea froze for a split second before answering softly. "No news yet."
"I'm going down there."
Hudson threw off the covers. A sharp, searing pain shot through his injured calf, making him suck in a sharp breath.
Chelsea, seated at the bedside, grabbed his arm
