Leilani.
For the nth time this week, I found myself waking up to the familiar walls of a hospital room, and as usual, when the doors opened moments after I sat up, Jarek strode in holding a large tray containing a bowl of fruits, some vegetables and a glass of water.
I wasn't surprised.
I smiled. "You again."
But today, he wasn't smiling like he usually would, he didn't even seem to be in a good mood.
I watched him quietly as he placed the tray onto the table close to my bed, and after that, he went to sit on a chair furthest away from me, his eyes scanning my face as he did so.
The sudden change in his attitude made me quite flustered. I frowned. "What is it?"
"What happened to you?" He instantly asked, whilst avoiding my question. His voice was cold, so cold it sent shivers running up my spine.
For a very brief moment, I was stunned into silence. My eyes widened as I regarded him silently, then shrugged. "What do you mean?"
