One hundred and six

Amayah's eyes fluttered open, and she groggily took in her surroundings. She struggled to sit up, disoriented and confused. "Where am I?" she mumbled, her voice weak and shaky.

Owen rushed to her side, trying to help her up. "Here, darling, let me assist you," he said, but Amayah flinched at his touch, her eyes wide with fear.

Owen looked around, noticing that the nurse was distracted and not paying attention.

He let out a sigh and tried to reassure Amayah, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you that hard."

But Amayah remained silent, her heart racing with fear. She didn't know how to react or what to make of her surroundings. Owen's presence only seemed to heighten her anxiety.

"It's fine," Amayah said softly, her voice barely audible. She couldn't shake off the feeling of fear. If Owen could hit her hard enough to knock her out, what else was he capable of? She swallowed hard, trying to push the thought away.

Owen stared at her, his eyes filled with a mix of concern. But