But Janetta had already pushed her way inside.
Sebastian and Helena were tangled together, the blankets pushed aside.
Helena's legs were caught against him, her makeup-free face flushed, painting an undeniably intimate picture.
Anyone with eyes could see exactly what was happening.
"Get the hell out!" Sebastian roared.
Carter immediately stepped back into the hallway, while Janetta stood frozen in pure shock.
She quickly stumbled backward, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have barged in without knocking. I'm so sorry—"
Covering her mouth to stifle a sob, she spun around and sprinted out of the room.
"Jana!" Sebastian yelled, sudden panic in his voice.
She didn't look back.
Without a second thought, he shoved Helena aside. Ignoring his own disheveled state, he hurriedly adjusted his clothes and bolted out the door after her.
Helena was thrown violently against the headboard, making her ears ring.
On pure reflex, she reached out and grabbed his hand.
Sebastian glared back at her, his eyes brimming with blazing impatience.
The fleeting moment of unfamiliar tenderness from earlier vanished without a trace.
He didn't even hesitate before ruthlessly tearing his hand from her grasp.
The sudden loss of his grip sent her reeling.
Already dizzy and lacking balance, she tumbled right off the narrow hospital bed.
Her head cracked painfully against the edge of the bedside cabinet.
Blood immediately began to pool.
The pain was agonizing.
She reached up to touch her forehead, pulling her hand back to see her fingers coated in sticky crimson.
She stared at it quietly before letting out a dry, self-deprecating laugh.
The room was completely silent. No one came in to check on her.
Everyone was out in the hall, flocking around Janetta.
It took a long time before she could finally grip the edge of the mattress and pull herself up. Her stomach still throbbed with a dull ache.
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