I sat in the infirmary's waiting room for more than an hour. Martin came and went twice during that time, bringing me food and just checking on me. It was kind of sweet that he did. I still can't believe it's true that we are an item now. Something in the back of my mind won't allow me to shake off the feeling that something might still change, or rather he can change his mind. But being true to my words I owe him that chance, no matter how much I want to keep my guard up, I have to let him convince me. I promise it after all.
Victor hasn't come out of his room during that time, and he even restrains himself from answering me when I knock on the doors. I know he is pissed, but if he would just let me explain, if he would just hear me out… Well, maybe nothing would have changed, but there
