Demanding Answers

Upon entering the room, Tristan settled beside the bed and gently extended his hand to touch Hazel's forehead.

It felt slightly cold.

Slipping his hand beneath the covers, he delicately grasped her wrist.

Just then, Hazel's eyes fluttered open. Upon spotting him, she weakly uttered, "You're back."

Tristan offered a subtle nod in response.

He rose and fetched a hand warmer for her. Sliding it into