Chapter 11

Annabel woke up to the sharp scent of disinfectant. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting patterns on the bedsheets. She stared blankly at the ceiling, unsure if she was dreaming or awake. Then, a deep, male voice spoke beside her. "You're awake." Startled, she turned her head and met a pair of calm, steady eyes. Kenneth was holding a medical report. Upon seeing her awake, he closed it casually and asked, "You were bleeding internally and fell unconscious on the plane, and I performed emergency treatment on you. "How are you feeling now?" Annabel instinctively touched her abdomen. The pain had eased considerably, but a dull ache lingered beneath her skin. She parted her lips, and her voice came out hoarsely. "Thanks." Kenneth nodded and handed her a warm cup of water. "My name is Kenneth Holland. I'm a doctor, and this is my private rehab center. You're safe here." The warmth of the cup seeped into her fingertips as she absentmindedly traced its edge. After a m