Jeremy’s P.O.V.
“Derek, I need to be alone with her. When she wakes up… I need to be absolutely sure.” I stated, looking to my right as I saw how Derek looked at the girl that was still sound asleep on the bed. A storm was happening inside his dark eyes, as he was probably worried sick about me and my mental health right about now.
Hell,
I was worried about my damn mental status as well.
“OK.” Derek simply nodded, as if my request was only normal to ask during these circumstances. We both just stood there, silently, in one of the medical rooms of Doc Ross’ house. The beeping from the monitors being the only sound inside the white, clinical room. And thank God for those soft and steady beeps, if there would have been an alarm going off right about now, I would have probably been losing
