Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 268

Clara tossed and turned, her mind racing with thoughts that wouldn't let her sleep. She couldn't tell if what had just happened was a dream or reality.

As evening settled in, Megan walked into her hospital room. Megan looked pale, like she'd lost too much blood. When she sat by Clara's bedside, her fingers were trembling.

Worried, Clara quickly got out of bed. "What's wrong? Is your wound bothering you?"

Megan shook her head slowly, her face visibly drained of color.

"Clara, I'm getting discharged," she said, her voice hoarse, as if she'd been crying a lot.

Clara's heart clenched. "Is everything okay at home?" She didn't know much about Megan's family situation.

"No, I'm just really tired. I need to go home and sleep. I can't rest here in the hospital," Megan replied.

"Alright, let me take you home," Clara offered.

"No need, I just want to be alone," Megan insisted, looking so downcast that she almost stumbled as she stood up.

Clara could tell Megan didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't push further. After Megan left, Clara felt the urge to head home too. Megan's visit had distracted her, and she hadn't thought about Dylan since.

glanced at her phone and realized it was on

you

aren't you

coming to get

been three hours, are

...

messages in total. Clara was too

time, it wasn't just in her head. A warm hand held hers, and the warmth seeped into

reaching for her phone to check the time, but

some soup," he

up. She'd sweated through her sleep, and even her pajamas had been changed. Any lingering annoyance melted away. She sipped the soup and noticed the

you make this?" she

fingers twitched slightly. "I'm not very

in the air had a strange undertone, suggesting he'd tried

finished the soup, feeling a lot better. "What do you usually

whatever's cooked. As long as the meat's done, I'll eat it," he shrugged, not seeming to care about

that, he seemed to realize he might have

"Mean to what?"