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Peering in through the window of the door, I could see Paxton, Remington, and Stellan’s still forms. Somehow, they'd all been given a room together. I didn't see any sign of Nina, but I didn't particularly care about that right now.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, the beeping of the machines they were hooked to filling my senses.
Stellan’s eyes shot open as soon as the door opened, but Paxton and Remington stayed asleep.
"There you are," he whispered. "I've been threatening the nurses for hours if they didn't go get you."
"Here I am," I said, shifting anxiously and not making any move towards the bed.
"Come over here," he cajoled, his face frowning as he stared at me.
"I just—I just wanted to make sure that the three of you were all right," I whispered, my hands trembling at my sides, my heartbeat pounding against my rib cage.
"Why are you acting like that? Come get in this bed with me. It's not comfortable, but it'll do for a nap,” Stellan insisted, lifting the blankets and patting the small space next to him.
Why was he acting so…normal? Why was he making it worse for me?
Remington shifted in bed and let out a small moan. I rushed to his side, my eyes dancing over the hospital equipment like I could understand the numbers on the monitor.
His eyes opened groggily, coming to rest on my face.
"Hi, little devil," he croaked. I could feel Stellan’s gaze boring into the side of my head, but I ignored him. They all were starting to get their color back already, looking healthier, it seemed, with every drop of the I.V. going into their bodies.
Remington's smile morphed into a frown as he took me in, and I braced myself again for the rejection I was sure was coming. "What time is it? How long have you been here? Why hasn't anyone helped you get cleaned up? Are you fucking bleeding?”
He struggled to sit up in the bed, and I reached out to help him before jerking back my arms and crossing them in front of me. Remington's frown deepened. "Are you hurt? What do you need?"
"I’m—fine," I spit out haltingly.
"Stellan, what did you do? Why is she acting like this?"
"I have no idea. She’s been like a skittish colt since the second she entered the room," drawled Stellan.
"Why am I acting like this? Why are all ofyouacting like this? Like everything's fine?" I spit out, a tear trailing down my cheek.
"They told us Cain was fine. Did something else happen?" said Paxton in a gravelly, sleep filled voice.
"He's fine. It was scary for a while, but the doctor thinks he’s made it through the worst. He’ll be able to have visitors in the morning," I quickly explained.
"Did the Demon come back to life?" Remington asked, looking a little green at the thought.
"No. He's definitely dead."
"Then, what's the problem?" Stellan pressed.
"How are you all just looking at me like this?"
“Like what, princess?" Paxton asked slowly.
"Like you still want to be with me!" I cried.
There was a long silence, and I turned to go.
"What in the fucking hell are you talking about?" spit Paxton. "Why would we not want you?"
I stilled, before slowly turning back around to face their three expectant and confused gazes.
"You know the truth about me now, don't you?" I whispered.
