It was the silence that woke him up.
No. Not complete silence, more like the absence of all the sounds he'd usually hear through the window of his room. Or was the pounding in his head something that woke him up? Adrian's jaw tightened, but aside from that, there was no other indicator that might tell that the man was in pain. He made no move to stand up, no move to even shift on his bed or open his eyes. Though the matters on the bed were surprisingly soft, nothing like the matters of his bed.
So, I'm not in my bed, a thought passed through his mind, it explained why he wasn't able to hear the traffic on the street below. Maybe someone would be upset after that revelation but Blanchard's first thought was that he needs to get up and get the hell out of here before the other person wakes up. He was never the one who enjoyed the morning after conversation. Yet, he couldn't remember picking someone up yesterday, he must have tried that new potion that was circulating in nightclubs where wizards mingled with muggles. That thought made his urge to leave this bed even stronger and forced Adrian Blanchard to open his eyes.
White.
His lashes fluttered, an urge to close his eyes again overwhelmed him, but he did his best to keep them open. Everything was so white. Empty. Almost sterile. Why would anyone want to have a room like this one? He turned his head to the left and could only see an empty space and a window that was hidden behind curtains. There was nothing to tell him where he was, whose this room was and Adrian could feel a sting of unease starting to spread from his lower spine up towards his neck and all over the body. He had a bad feeling about this one.
He looked at the other side, a line appeared between his brows as he gazed at the scene in front of him. Why would there be a bouquet of white roses on the nightstand… and a message. Merlin, this was even worse than he expected. Although he was reluctant to read the note, curiosity won and Adrian raised the message and opened it. He blinked as the letters started dancing all around the page. Shutting his eyes he counted to five before opening them again.
Get better, the message said.
Better from what?