Evelyn
I lie in bed, frozen with fear.
Dr. Zorinski left after revealing that I’m slowly killing myself. Alexander left with her.
He’s been gone for an hour.
It feels strange that he’s not here. I’d expect him to be at my side, comforting me. I don’t know why I expect that.
He had me in the dungeons a handful of days ago.
I don’t even really want him here. He can’t make this better. And I don’t know what to say to him.
Still, my chest thrums with hope when a knock sounds on my door. “Come in!” I call.
Alexander enters slowly, his face grave. His shaggy blond hair does nothing to soften the sharp edges of his face or the beauty of his solemn, blue eyes. “Remind me to apologize to Dr. Zorinski later,” he says as he looks me over, as if my condition might have worsened in this one hou
