Elena’s POV
The low chatter of voices woke me up. I rubbed my eyes, blinking until the blur faded, and found two women standing near the bed. Both wore black striped uniforms—one taller than the other.
“Good morning, ma,” they greeted in unison.
I yawned lazily, glancing around. Sunlight spilled through the open windows, brightening the entire room. My gaze returned to the women. Why were they standing there like statues? Were they watching me sleep?
“Good morning,” I said, eyebrows arched in question. “Why are you both standing here?”
The taller one quickly stepped forward. “I’m Rachel, and this is Linda. Mr. Andrew asked us to make sure you’re well taken care of.”
“Did he also ask you to watch me sleep?” I asked dryly.
“No, ma’am,” Linda answered quickly. “But he told us to stand
