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CHAPTER TWENTY/EIGHT
TRISTAN'S POV. "Where is she?" I asked Greene as we walked side by side into the hospital. Greene pointed to a corner on the left and answered, "Over there. Fourth room to the left." I followed Greene to the room where Thalia was admitted. Upon reaching the room, I discovered Thalia still unconscious with a nurse standing beside her, adjusting her drip. I turned to Greene, raising an eyebrow in question, and asked, "What is the meaning of this?" "I swear, she was awake when I left this room, Tristan. She kept calling out for you, so I told her to rest while I went to fetch you," Greene said, shaking his head. "She must have fallen back asleep then," I thought. Somehow, hearing that she was calling out for me when she regained consciousness didn't bother me like I thought it should. I d
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