Lyvana slowly opened her eyes and realized she was in a hospital. It didn't look like a normal room; it was a spacious VIP ward with soft lighting and comfortable furniture.
She tried to sit up, but her head felt heavy.
"Don't move yet," a voice said.
Lyvana turned her head. Julian was sitting in a chair right next to her bed.
He looked tired. His tie was loose, and his hair was messy, as if he had been running his hands through it.
"Where... where am I?" she whispered, her throat feeling dry.
"The hospital," Julian answered. his voice was low and serious. "You fainted in your office. I brought you here myself."
"I'm going back to work," she said, already pushing the blankets aside. Her feet hit the cold floor, and she swayed for a second.
"Lyvana, stop," Julian said. He stood up quickly, his chair scraping against the floor. He reached out to catch her arm, his face full of worry.
"Stay away from me!" she hissed, pulling her arm away as if his touch burned.
