Trevor’s POV
As I walked into Freya’s room, my heart nearly stopped. Eric, my best friend, was sat tentatively holding her hand. I wanted to scream at him to take his hands off her, but it wasn’t the time or the place. What right did I even have? She wasn’t really mine and he knew that.
I clenched my fists, digging my nails deep into my palms, swallowing back the envious thoughts, as I heard Eric tell her something about relaxing and looking after herself.
“That’s exactly right,” I agreed. They both turned to look at me, Eric immediately releasing Freya’s hand. She looked over to me and a flicker of guilt appeared to flash in her eyes. I guess she didn’t feel the same way I did after all.
“I’m just going to administer her medication, then I’ll leave you both to it,” Eric informed me.
