Evelyn
I wake up in the hospital wing attached to an IV. My stab wound is bandaged back up. My stomach sinks at the sight of both as I put it all together.
Alexander was fine. I’m clearly not. It was some sort of false alarm.
I’m still dying.
“Hey, sweetie.” I turn toward the sound of Alexander’s voice, relieved he’s alive and here.
“You’re okay,” I say, looking him over. He doesn’t look so much as pale, his bronze skin bright and shiny. I’m glad he’s well.
I just wish I had more time with him. After all these months fighting our chemistry, I finally want to be with him. Just in time to have what I want taken away.
Maybe that was always my fate.
“And you have color back in your cheeks,” he replies with a tentative smile. “Dr. Zorinski?” he calls, looking across the room. “She’s awa
