Sarah's POV
I felt something cool against my face in my sleep, a gentle pressure that was both soothing and slightly painful.
The sensation gradually pulled me from my dreams, making me slowly lift my heavy eyelids.
Half-asleep, my vision remained unfocused, unable to clearly make out the face before me. Yet I knew it was Alexander.
His silhouette was too familiar—the sharp jawline, broad shoulders.
A faint smile curved my lips as I murmured his name, trying to sit up. "Alexander..."
"Don't move." His hand pressed firmly against my shoulder, stopping me. "I'm applying medicine to your bruises."
As he spoke, he spread more ointment across my tender skin.
"Ouch," I winced, drawing in a sharp breath. "That hurts..."
"Bear with it." His voice was characteristically
