Trixy's POV
"If you need anything, just tell me, okay?" he said softly, smiling.
Jonas was here, sitting in the chair beside my hospital bed.
"Are you really leaving already?" I asked quietly.
"I have to. He's already angry with me. He can't even talk to you alone anymore."
"Let him be," I murmured.
He shook his head. "He's still your boyfriend."
I sighed deeply. "I know."
"I have to go," he said finally, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead before walking out of the room.
Jonas had just stepped out when Zyron entered, still wearing his university uniform.
I glanced at the clock on the wall—9:12 a.m.
"Why are you here? Don't you have class right now?" I asked.
"Jonas has class too, doesn't he? But he's here. And you expected him to come."
"Because I told him to."
"And what about me, Trix?"
"What do you mean 'what about you'?" I asked, confused.
"Okay then, let's change the question. What am I to you, Trix?"
My fingers clenched tightly around the blanket.
