Sebastian immediately stood up. “Adele’s hand got a little splashed. I’ll go check on her. You stay here and rest.”
And just like that, he was gone.
The door clicked shut behind him, and my heart clenched painfully.
I grabbed my phone, struggling to keep the shake out of my voice as I made the call. “I’m at City Hospital, Room 3512. Come pick me up.”
Third Person's POV
Sebastian was dabbing ointment on Adele’s hand when he suddenly remembered how badly bandaged Polly was back in the room. The contrast hit him hard.
Seeing him lost in thought, Adele’s eyes narrowed slightly, jealousy flickering beneath her fake concern.
“Sebastian, do you think this will scar?” she asked, her eyes red, tears threatening to fall.
“No, don’t worry,” he said softly. “I’ll get you the best dermatologist. It won’t leave a mark.”
Once he finished comforting Adele, it occurred to him to check on Polly again. But when he returned to her hospital room, it was already empty.
His heart sank.
He felt something was off.
He immediately pulled out his phone to call her, but before he could dial, Adele’s voice came from behind him.
“Sebastian, I think I twisted my ankle just now. Can you take a look?”