Everything she had gone through in the last few hours crashed over her again.
The blood. The fear. The relief.
She exhaled shakily and began to undress, already thinking about washing her face and calming her mind. But then she froze.
She looked around the VIP bathroom, then down at herself.
A jolt of realization hit her.
She didn't have any spare clothes.
Not even a clean top.
Of course. She had been dragged to the hospital in the middle of chaos.
Embarrassed, she cracked the bathroom door open just a little and leaned toward the gap.
"Olisa! Can you please get me a change of clothes? I'll pay you back later!" she called out, her voice a mix of urgency and shy frustration.
Silence.
She waited… one second, two… her heartbeat picking up when no answer came. She opened her mouth to call again—
The door creaked.
A hand slipped through the gap, holding a neatly folded set of clothes.
Olaedo froze mid breath.
