Agnes pressed herself against the wall of the hospital corridor, her heart pounding like a jackhammer.
Thankfully, Ryder had gone in the opposite direction to catch the elevator.
She was safe – for the moment.
She had overheard everything Alyssa and Ryder had said.
His words hit her like bricks, each one landing with a weight that seemed to crush her lungs.
She knew Ryder had never given up on her. He had always been upfront about what he wanted. Agnes had rejected him countless times, even thought about hurting him to make him stop, but nothing worked.
Ryder was too clever for that. He saw through every one of Agnes' deliberate attempts to push him away.
And Agnes? She was at a loss. Her feelings for Ryder were tangled, complex. Because of Nocturne's illness, she could never bring herself to truly hurt Ryder.
Agnes let out a weary sigh. After lingering in the corridor for a few more minutes, she headed to the hospital room.
Alyssa was still there.
Agnes softly called out, "Alyssa."
Alyssa turned around, "You're here."
Agnes walked over and gently touched Nocturne's forehead. He was still burning up with fever, his condition worrisome.
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