She nods her head before turning and walking in the direction of the hospital.
'Now, you.' I sanp at Anton. 'Don't fucking do that again.'
'I'm sorry. I panicked that you would be pissed off if we hadn't done anything.' He moans. 'I had to make sure she was okay.'
My control over him was usually very strong, but in that moment, when we saw collapse, he took over.
Emilia, I found her in the bedroom. A blanket wrapped tightly around her body. She had changed from her jeans into some white joggers. The blanket hid her top, but I assume that she had changed out of that too.
"I'm fine." She mutters as she sees me.
"Good."
"Are you mad?"
"Uhm…yes, but not with you." I said to her, but she just stared at me with her big blue eyes.She began to grow more comfortable with just staring directly at me and I didn't mind.
