Sabrina's POV

　　I awoke. I looked up at the ceiling, which was white, and I knew I was in a hospital. Suddenly, Damian appeared as if I was going to stand up. My hand is in his grip. When I turned to face him, I saw he was holding my hand.

　　Why is he here?

　　My memory of the earlier incident returned. I felt irritability and pain that I couldn't explain. Why I feel this way toward him is a mystery to me.

　　I was astonished when he said, "You're ...