He spoke in a lower tone "I do hate you. But that doesn't mean I would love to live what the guilt of your death."
"How noble of you," she muttered, finally giving up and sinking back onto the bed when her legs refused to support her any longer. "So what now? You saved me, congratulations. Can I go?"
"You can barely stand," he pointed out, that infuriating smirk returning to his face. "But sure, go ahead and try. I'd love to see you faceplant in the hallway."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You should have just taken me to the campus medical center instead?"
"You think I could take you there?" Ethan scoffed. "With both of us looking like we'd been through a war zone after visiting the one place on campus everyone knows is forbidden? I don't need that kind of attention."
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