## Hazel's POV
I woke up disoriented, my eyelids heavy as I tried to focus on my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was Sebastian sitting beside me, his face etched with concern. His eyes were bloodshot, suggesting he hadn't slept at all.
"Hazel," he whispered, reaching for my hand. His touch was gentle, careful to avoid the bandages around my wrists. "How are you feeling?"
I tried to sit up, wincing as pain shot through my shoulders. "I'm okay," I managed, though my voice sounded weak even to my own ears.
Sebastian helped me adjust the pillows behind me, his movements slow and deliberate. "Dr. Maxwell said your injuries are minor, thankfully. The cuts on your wrists will heal in a few days."
The events of the previous night came rushing back – Alistair's face contorted with rage, his hands on me, the terror of being restrained. I shuddered involuntarily.
"Did he..." Sebastian's voice trailed off, his jaw tightening. "Did Alistair harm you in any other way?"
