Page 60 of Heal Me

Sebastian drives me to the dormitory after our breakfast.

"If there is anything you need, call me." I nod.

"Love you, little."

"Love you too."

It's Sunday, which means the girls are sleeping it off at someone's house after last night's clubbing, so I'll have time to spend the day alone before my date with Timur. Which, of course, makes me very happy.

As I approach the room, I see someone's body at our door and slow down a bit. He is leaning on the door, holding something in his hands.

I don't need any drunkards in the morning.

"Hey," I shout, afraid to approach.

But there is no answer. I put all my strength into my fist and come closer.

The face is too familiar.

"Danylo?" I kneel down.

His eyes are closed, an empty bottle of whiskey in his hands.

"Danylo." I shake him by the shoulders.

"Amelia." He opens his eyes.

I always like the way he says my name. In a special way, like I mean something to him.

"I've been looking for you." He was looking for me?

"Why?"

"I wanted to talk to you."

"At nine in the morning?"

"Where were you all morning? I know you didn't go to work."

"Don't tell me you went to the hospital looking like that."

"I won't tell you," he shakes his head, his drunken voice sounding even funnier than usual.

"Get up," I order.

This, of course, is very difficult for him, so I help him up.

His heavy body leaned on me, and I could barely stand on my feet.

I open the door, and we go into the room. I sit down on my bed, and he plops down next to me.

"Well?" I insist.

"What?" Danylo is surprised.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Oh," he stops, "I'm getting married, Amelia." I clench my teeth. I don't know how to react to this.

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