There were zero emotions on her face, and I wondered if she knew what I had done. I felt nothing but shame; I had to leave before I began to sob.
I turned away, finding the willpower to move my legs, despite them feeling like jelly.
I made my way across the campus and to the infirmary where I saw Enzo standing outside the door and speaking to the nurse. They both turned and looked at me as I approached.
“I’ll go check her out,” the nurse said in a low tone. “But she might need the actual hospital. I can’t promise that the police will let this go. They will be here soon.”
Enzo lowered his gaze as she went back into the infirmary.
The police?
She had called the police?
Of course, she had. A student was seriously injured during his class; why wouldn’t she call the police?
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