Kelvinâs POV
âGet this s**t off me.â
I struggle with the drop set connected to my hand, ripping out the cannula, and causing the hand to bleed.
The hospital room is empty. Just me, the white walls, a drip set, and a beeping vital signs machine.
No Celine.
Perhaps she has abandoned me. Good riddance anyway.
Clutching my arm around my bandaged rib, I try to get off the bed. I clench my teeth, feeling a throbbing pain in my injured area like my ribs are broken.
âStop!â
Celine who just entered the room, cries out, rushing to my bedside and I surprisingly push her off.
âYouâre going to hurt yourself.â She cries again, rushing to my aid.
âCan you freaking leave me alone?!â
I'm a few seconds from heaping my frustration on her. Feeling bad, she steps aside, but somehow still
