Ivy hadn't been unconscious for long, but during those couple of hours she was out, every minute felt like an eternity to Balfour.
Rushing back from an overseas trip, Balfour had been working non-stop for days. Upon reaching the hospital, he was utterly exhausted. He took Ivy's hand, slumped beside her bed, and fell asleep.
Their hands remained intertwined, ensuring that Balfour would wake the moment Ivy stirred.
"Uh..."
A faint twitch of Ivy's fingertips was all it took for Balfour to snap to attention.
"Ivy?"
Ivy's brow was furrowed, as if she were battling some inner agony.
"Uh..." she whimpered softly, intensifying Balfour's worry.
He couldn't bear to imagine the terror she must have felt, gasping for breath.
Ivy's eyes fluttered, struggling to focus, eventually she managed to open them.
Her gaze fell upon the sterile whiteness of the room, and she struggled to understand where she was until a familiar male voice reached her ears.
"Ivy, how do you feel? Any pain?"
Bloodshot with worry, Balfour's eyes met hers, and Ivy immediately noticed his concern.
"Why are you here? Where... where am I?"
Balfour replied, "You're in the hospital. You had a drowning accident and passed out. You only just regained consciousness. Are you in pain anywhere?"
Ivy was still a bit dazed. She attempted a nod to signal she was fine but was instantly dizzy.
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