NOELLE
Azren’s hand wraps around my wrist before I can retreat to my room. I freeze, my breathing quickening. What is he trying to do? I know what I heard. If he's trying to deceive me—
"She's my doctor," he blurts out, and I whirl around, bewildered.
"What?"
He sighs, limping slightly as he moves closer to me until he's all I can smell and see.
"She was administering my medication," he sighs, stepping aside.
The blonde woman waves a large needle and syringe in front of my face, and I nearly pass out at the sight of it. Only the syringe is the size of Azren's forearm.
"How is that—"
Blood drains from my face. Azren bends over a little, pulling up one leg of his loose black pants to reveal a bandage wrapped around his thigh. It's stained with blood.
"He requires a larger dose since
