Don't Cry for Me

The next day, at six in the morning, Mellisa finally opened her eyes.

She awoke from the constant pain after the effects of last night's anesthetic had worn off. The stab wounds on her back felt like they had been burned by fire, and her waist and stomach ached as well.

Mellisa was breathing hard while trying to move her numb fingers. Her consciousness slowly began to return. She could hear the dripping sound of the IV sac as well as the sound of the nearby vital signs.

When Mellisa started moving, the person sitting next to her bed woke up. She slowly turned her head and her eyes widened as she recognized that person.

It seemed that even staying up all night couldn't ruin Leonard's good looks. The man had watched her all night, with only a few hours of sleep. On the bedside table, there was a basin of water and a damp cloth. Next to it was a glass of water that had been prepared for her when she woke up.