HAZEL
Oh no, he didn’t.
“What the f**k are you doing here?” I practically screamed.
And to her credit, she actually had the sense to look a little shy as she stepped further into the room, her hands raised as if she were approaching a wild animal.
“Do not kill the messenger,” she murmured. “I am here because Axel told me to get you something.”
She walked deeper into the room and placed something that looked like a small basket on top of the table, as if this were completely normal. Then she turned back to me with this soft, pitying look and asked,
“How are you feeling? Are you okay?" I didn't have the words to reply to her. "Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you.” she continued.
I widened my eyes at her.
"What the hell are you doing here? Get out. Go. I don’t want you here." I
