Arielle seemed somewhat confused upon seeing Vinson. “Why are you here too? Where is this?”
Vinson decided to sit between Trisha and Arielle and started feeding Arielle the water. “We're at the infirmary. You fainted.”
Upon hearing that, pieces of memory slowly came flashing back in Arielle's mind.
She remembered that she had lost consciousness when she was about to leave the restroom.
So... he was the one who brought me out?
At that moment, she tried hard to recall if her pants were on during that time.
Noticing Arielle did not speak at all, Vinson could not help but worry. “Are you feeling better now? Does it still hurt? If it's bad, let's go to the hospital.”
Trisha, who was sitting beside Vinson, also nodded with concern. “That's right. We'll take you to the hospital if you don't feel well. Mr. Baxter will allow it, won't he?”
Trisha's words reminded Arielle of the freshman party tonight.
She straightened up in her bed instantly. “What time is it now?”
Vinson took a glimpse on his watch. “Seven fifty.”
“Seven fifty?” Arielle struggled to get out of bed. “Trisha, let's go. It'll soon be our turn to perform.”
Based on the schedule, their show would be at eight twenty.
It would take at least ten minutes to reach the hall from the infirmary, which meant they only got twenty minutes left to prepare.
With that, Arielle tried to get down from her bed nervously.
But just when her feet were about to reach her shoes, the shoes got taken away by Vinson abruptly.
“Where do you think you're going?” Vinson furrowed his brows.
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