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.

she got in the car, Clara glanced at her phone and realized it was on silent. There were loads of

you up

you

get you, where are

hours, are

...

total. Clara was too exhausted to read them all

time, it wasn't just in her head. A warm hand

her phone to check the time, but a spoon was brought to her lips instead, along

some soup," he

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

make

slightly. "I'm not

a strange undertone, suggesting he'd tried several times before getting

feeling a lot better. "What do you usually

the meat's done, I'll eat it," he

seemed to realize he might

"Mean to what?"