I stared at him. Felt nothing. “Then what about the waitress?” I asked coldly.
I knew what I saw. That fall wasn’t an accident.
Felix paused for a second, then shrugged slightly. “She messed up. Careless. I already had her blacklisted. She won’t be working anywhere again.”
I blinked. Then I laughed. God… I laughed again. It hurt. It actually hurt to laugh, like cracks forming inside my chest, letting all the pain leak out. Shannon wasn’t even a waitress. So what kind of punishment was that? Like telling a bird it could never be a fish again. So stupid. So meaningless.
Felix saw me smiling and relaxed a little, like everything was fine again. After that, he stayed by my side, attentive, careful, perfect. He checked my IV himself, adjusted it like it mattered. He treated my wounds personally, his hands gentle, focused.
He peeled a lychee and held it to my lips. “Eat,” he said softly.
I did.
Then he held out his hand without a word, waiting for me to spit the seed into his palm like he always used to.
The nurses walking past looked at me with envy. Like I was lucky. If only they knew.
Then my phone rang. That same ringtone.