I chose the room next to Adrian’s. It was bright and sunny, with large windows that overlooked the garden—a perfect spot for relaxing or studying.
After unpacking, I decided to visit Adrian.
When I entered his room, he looked as peaceful as before, his handsome features somehow even more captivating in the soft light.
“Such a waste,” I muttered under my breath. “A prince like you doesn’t belong in this state…”
Taking a seat by his bed, I introduced myself with a grin. “Hi, Mr. Winslow. I’m Stella Greer, your future wife. From today on, I’ll be taking care of you.”
As expected, he didn’t respond.
Later, I returned to my room and pulled out my laptop. Curiosity got the better of me, and I began researching vegetative states.
I learned that there were three types: one where patients had minimal consciousness, another where they could open their eyes subconsciously but remained unaware, and the last—a permanent vegetative state—where no consciousness remained at all.
Unfortunately, Adrian belonged to the third category.