When I woke up again, the first thing I saw was the blinding white ceiling. The moment I shifted even slightly, pain pierced through every inch of my body.
Looking down at my arm wrapped tightly in bandages, I had a good guess at just how bad my injuries were.
The door creaked open, and I turned my head to see Sebastian walking in.
The moment I saw his figure, I immediately looked away. But he sat down beside me and cleared his throat awkwardly.
“The situation was chaotic. I didn’t have time to look after you,” he said.
When I didn’t respond, he went on, trying to explain, “That whole ‘maid’ label on your contact—that wasn’t me. Must’ve been Christian messing around with my phone. You don’t need to take it so seriously. He’s just a kid.”
Then he added with a faint hint of blame, “Besides, Adele has a big race coming up. I couldn’t risk her getting seriously hurt. It’s not like you have anything important going on. Besides, being in the hospital gives you a break, doesn’t it?”
He opened his mouth to say more, but a nurse walked in before he could continue. “Who’s Sebastian Trivett? The burn cream you requested is ready. You can pick it up from the pharmacy.”