Serena’s POV
The sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nose as I slowly blinked my eyes open. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar—plain white, sterile. I shifted slightly, but the movement sent a sharp pain through my arm. A low groan escaped my lips.
“You’re awake.”
The voice was calm, familiar, and laced with something I couldn’t quite place. I turned my head and found Dorian standing beside the bed, arms crossed, his usual composed expression in place.
I frowned. “Unfortunately.”
I was in the infirmary!
His lips pressed into a thin line. “You have a fever.”
I scoffed and turned away, staring at the ceiling. “I’m fine.”
“You passed out, Serena,” he said, irritation creeping into his voice. “That’s not being fine. It’s because you refused to come here earlier and treat
