## Hazel's POV
The room they wheeled me into wasn't the sterile hospital space I expected. Instead, it was like a luxury hotel suite with medical equipment discreetly tucked away in corners.
"This is a private room," I mumbled, still feeling dizzy as they transferred me from the gurney to the bed.
"Mr. Young insisted," Cherry explained, adjusting pillows behind my back. "He has some connections here."
Quentin stood awkwardly at the foot of my bed. "It's nothing. My cousin works as an administrator. Are you feeling better?"
I nodded weakly, though my head was still spinning. Not just from the fainting spell but from seeing Sebastian walk past me like I was invisible. That icy dismissal hurt more than I wanted to admit.
"I'll be fine. It was just low blood sugar."
"And exhaustion, and stress," Cherry added pointedly. "You've been pushing yourself too hard with the move and everything else."
