Concerned, Tyrone gently massaged her temples and whispered, "If you can't remember now, don't strain yourself. Just rest and sleep."

After a while, Sabrina's distress subsided, and she finally drifted back to sleep.

Tyrone studied her serene sleeping face, his expression serious and contemplative.

Taking a moment, he tidied up Sabrina's clothes and pulled the quilt over her. He lingered by her bedside, lost in thought, before Leaving the room.

The next morning, Sabrina began to stir in her bed. Despite the early hour of 6 a.m., darkness still enveloped the outside world. Slowly rousing from her sleep, she opened her eyes, squinting in pain as she was met with an immediate pulsating throb in her head.