I gazed at Atlas's anxious face, his features wavering before my eyes.

"Chlo... tell me what's wrong," he said, concern etched on his handsome face.

I glanced around the room, noticing all our loved ones present, their faces filled with worry, both inside and outside the door.

Closing my eyes, I nestled into Atlas's embrace. I felt exhausted like never before. With a soft murmur, I confessed, "I'm... I'm okay."

My head throbbed fiercely with an unbearable sensation.

"I'm fine," I repeated before settling back into his arms, still as a statue. In my ears, the echoes of my dream lingered.

A team of medical staff rushed in. Atlas patted me gently. "Let the doctors check you out, sweetheart. You've been out for 48 hours! Let them examine you, okay?"

He eased me onto the bed. After the doctors finished their examination, they briefed Atlas on the results.

I drifted back to sleep, this time for real, unaware of anything.

When I woke up again, the room was bright. Blinking, I look