I felt much better two days after the fainting spell. The dizziness was mostly gone, though a strange, heavy feeling remained in my stomach. I decided I needed to get out. I needed to do something.
I went to the campus bookstore, hoping to find a few used novels to distract me. I was browsing through the mystery section when a familiar voice made me turn around.
"Elena? You're actually out of bed?"
It was Jax. He was wearing a simple hoodie and holding a stack of flashcards. He looked so normal, so safe. He wasn't a billionaire or a biker. He was just a guy who struggled with law exams.
"I’m alive," I said, giving him a small smile. "I just needed some fresh air."
"Well, you look a lot better than you did on that stretcher," Jax said. He hesitated for a second, rubbing the back of his
