Time dragged until finally, Vienna stepped out of the room.
That was when Darien suddenly remembered I existed. He turned, ready to help me to the bed, but just then, Vienna’s distressed voice sliced through the moment. "Ow, my head..."
"What's wrong, Vienna?" Darien immediately turned his back on me and rushed toward Vienna, who was clutching her forehead.
"I'm okay. Probably just some dizziness from anemia..."
"Come here. Let me carry you." He smiled and crouched before her, the very image of a doting prince.
I remembered when he once carried me home after I twisted my ankle. He had teased and joked the whole way.
But that was then. He did not love me anymore.
I pressed my back against the wall, supporting my aching belly and slowly made my way to the ward alone.
When I finally got there, I noticed the only two beds had been pushed together. Vienna sprawled across both of them. As I walked in, she sat up, lazily picking grapes from a fruit plate on the nightstand.
With a smirk etched on her face, she said, "Wow, you really don't know shame, do you? Darien didn’t even look your way earlier and you’re still following him here? Pathetic."