NovelOnlineChapter 53
“Ethan?” His voice brightened as the call connected. “Hey, need a huge favor. Got a patient at Mayo Clinic who
could use scompany...
A familiar voice cthrough, “Got it, on my way now.”
Alexander hung up the phone and looked at me. ‘Okay, he’s coming now.”
Something about the n“Ethan tugged at my memory, so | asked, “What's his nby the way?”
“Ethan Davies.”
I knew I'd heard it before, but the memory kept slipping away like smoke through my fingers.
Half an hour later, when he appeared in my doorway wearing a blue tracksuit, it hit me. The college student from
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe Underground - the one Astrid and | had spent that evening with, drinking and dancing, trying to forget the
mess my life had become.
He lingered in the doorway as Alexander made his exit, then stepped inside with an easy grace, closing the door
behind him. A hint of amusement played across his features as recognition dawned in his eyes.
“Well,” he said with a warm smile, ‘What a coincidence, Miss Sinclair.”
His warmth caughtoff guard, makingshift awkwardly in the hospital bed. “Glad to see you again,” |
managed.
The club had been different - dark lights, loud music, crowds of people making everything feel less... intimate.
Now, in the quiet of the hospital room, his friendly presence felt almost too intimate.
Ethan seemed to ignore my discomfort as he strode to my bedside with the easy confidence of youth, sprawling
into the chair Alexander had vacated. Spotting the fruit basket on my bedside table, he reached for a banana.
“So,” he said, casually peeling it, “what's got you looking so pale? Must be pretty serious if you're at Mayo
Clinic.”
Tinstinctively drew back against my pillows, maintaining a careful distance. “Just stomach problems.”
“Stomach problems?” He raised an eyebrow, taking a bite of the banana. “At Mayo Clinic? That's like going to a
five-star restaurant for a grilled cheese. He glanced at the fruit in his hand, then back at me. ‘Oh wait - can you
even eat this stuff?”
| shook my head, managing a small smile despite myself.
More forthen!” His grin was infectious as he took another huge bite. There was something disarming about
his casual irreverence, his youth and energy bringing an unexpected warmth to the boring room.
Finding myself relaxing slightly, | adjusted my position to face him better. “Still in school?” | asked, genuinely
curious now.
‘Yep, The Underground was just a part-tgig for pocket money.” He grinned. “Six more months till freedom,”
Ethan grinned, sprawling deeper into the chair. “You should swing by The Underground till then. | make a mean
mojito.”
Six months. The number echoed in my head, tasting like ash. “Three months is all I've got,” | murmured, the
words slipping out before | could catch them.
His easy smile faltered. “Three months? What happens then?”
| opened my mouth to backtrack, but my phone savedfrom having to lie. Astrid’s nflashed across the
screen, and her voice burst through before | could even say hello.
‘Audrey, where have you been?” Her voice cthrough anxious. “You weren't answering my messages, so |
went to the court. That's when | found out you two never showed up. Then | rushed to your apartment, and
guess who | found there?”
“God damn Blake Parker!”
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