AZIEL'S POV
It had been two weeks since the plane crashed. I switched hospitals and was at the second hospital for a week. Now, I am being kept at home on bed rest. The doctor said I needed another two weeks of rest before I would be able to get back on my feet.
It was depressing. It gave me too much time to think about stuff I would have been able to forget about while I worked. The reality of the fact that three people have died as a result of this whole thing between Anderson and me dawned on me.
There was a heavy feeling of guilt in my chest and no matter how much I tried, I could not shake the feeling that this whole thing was my fault.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” Hazel said, breaking me out of my thoughts.
She was placing my food on a tray beside me. She wore a lo
