“I would save you from your shackles—not completely, but just enough for you to find the strength to set yourself free.”
He shouldn’t have done that. He shouldn’t have acted like a jerk to her. Damn it, he should have minded his business, just like she had said before. Then he wouldn’t have found himself pacing the hospital hall and waiting. Earlier, just when he was about to leave, he realised she didn’t look okay—pale, actually. He had wanted to ignore it, but her sudden hiss of pain caught his attention. He might have left if she didn’t look like she was about to pass out. And now, here he was, outside a ward, pacing the hall and scolding himself for getting upset, acting like a jerk, and at the same time, not minding his own business. Not like anyone would in such a situation because,
