"Bryn? Bryn..."

Briony's eyes fluttered open to find James Delaney suddenly looming over her, anxiety etched across his face.

"Bryn, you're awake! How are you feeling?"

She stared at him, disoriented, her thoughts muddled. Had she really just dreamed about Stewart?

James waited for a response, then reached out to feel her forehead. "No fever. You're not concussed, are you?"

Snapping back to herself, Briony met his worried gaze. "I'm fine."

James let out a huge sigh of relief. "You scared the hell out of me! As long as your brain's still working..."

"How did you even find out about the accident?" she asked.

"I got a call from Dr. Clarke," James said. "Apparently, some good Samaritan

called an ambulance and got you to the hospital."

"Did you see who it was?"

James shook his head. "No idea. Why?"

I just thought I

shrugged. "From what I heard, there were several people helping out- someone called the police, another called the ambulance. Doubt any of them left their contact

fell silent, letting the matter drop. Maybe it really was just

before the crash jolted her. Briony suddenly

pressed her back down, frowning. "You've still got an IV

it?" Her voice was urgent. "There was something really

out before it went in for repairs—they're all

a bag of hawthorn

James looked puzzled. “No, I didn't see

something wrong with those candies? Had someone

you? It's just candy-why are you so

phone call. Whoever it

about to

Ellsworth? Would Ferdinand

many questions, and no answers. For

into the mess.

after James left for the studio,

in the kitchenette, simmering a pot of soup. Briony

are you feeling?" Cedric asked as he

up, hesitated, then asked, "Who brought

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