On the day Felix was discharged from the hospital, he finally got what he had wanted. He saw Jade.
During his stay, Felix had refused to turn the pain pump back on. For the first two weeks, the sheets and blankets on his bed had to be changed again and again, soaked through with cold sweat each day.
This was his punishment. No one had ever been this ruthless with him, not even himself.
He hated his own coldness, stupidity, blindness, and arrogance. The hatred inside him was thick and molten, like hot tar poured over his skin, trapping him in it, pinning him in place, threatening at any moment to crush him into nothing. Compared to that, physical pain was almost a relief.
"Jade," he said the moment he saw her, his eyes burning with hope, "thank you for saving me. I knew it. I knew you s
