While Evelyn was unconscious, Ronan was in no mood to check on the state of the space. She had been out for a full day and night, and he hadn't dared to leave her side for a single moment, terrified that something terrible might happen.
Giving her his blood, performing acupuncture, begging… he had tried every method he could think of. If she didn't wake up soon, Ronan felt like he would go mad.
"You heartless asshole."
Evelyn was shocked.
'Is Ronan cursing at me? "Heartless asshole," is he talking about me?'
"If you don't wake up, I'm going to die. Evelyn, I really will die. Don't scare me like this again... I'm begging you."
Evelyn cupped Ronan's face in her hands, looking into his bloodshot eyes. Her heart felt tight and sore, as if it were soaking in lemon water.
"It was my fault. I'll never do this again."
Ronan pressed his lips together, staring at Evelyn as if he wanted to carve her into his very bones and fuse her into his being.
"Alright. I believe you."
