Chapter 71. Freaking Zeath Lupin

The emergency arrived after a while—a long while, actually. They mentioned something about the lateness being due to how remote the area was but I was more concerned about the man who had been sinking in his own pool of blood.

When we reached the nearest hospital, Zeath’s unconscious body was wheeled to the operation room while I was left to roam the emergency section hallway.

And now I’m growing more miserable by the hour at the thought of Zeath life slipping out of his own hands.

I can’t sit.

I can’t eat.

Fuck, I can’t even bloody breath!

Even the nurses coming by from time to time to try and comfort me senses my grief. One even kind of offers something to knock me out—risking her job—but I refuse.

I want to feel the pain.

I want to sense every bit of misery treading down my veins.

I need this agony to be a reminder of the kind of choices I make. I mean, if I hadn’t gone to the warehouse like the strange man wante