"Argh!" Arthur grunted as he woke up clutching his head. The pain shot through his skull like lightning.
He bolted upright, eyes scanning his surroundings—white walls, medical equipment, the steady beep of monitors. A hospital room. Relief washed over him as he realized everything had gone according to plan.
A nurse jumped up from her chair in the corner. "Mr. Arthur! You're awake."
She approached the bed, clipboard in hand. "How are you feeling? Any dizziness? Nausea?"
"Just a headache," Arthur said, wincing as he shifted. "Where's Charlotte? Is she okay?"
The nurse smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about your sister. The doctors are taking excellent care of her. She's in the room next door."
Arthur immediately swung his legs over the side of the bed. "I need to see her."
"Sir, please," the nurse placed a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder. "Let me just do a quick check on you first. Please?"
Arthur fixed her with a hard stare, then relented with a nod.
