Eloise's POV:
Atticus was in my room again. He stood there like an emotionless tree stump.
He stared at me like an owl waiting for its prey. He had been in this state for dozens of minutes, making me very uncomfortable. However, I had no reason to drive him away. After all, I was lying here now because of him.
Oh Moon Goddess, it was him again! It was as if all my bad luck was related to him. I didn't want to see him again.
I was planning to leave the hospital, but I decided to pretend I was very sick because he was still here.
I even coughed and slowly opened my eyes in pain. I didn't think I'd ever be as good at acting as I did now.
But he just sat there without making a sound.
"If you don't think those drugs can completely change her current condition, I'm willing to go to that p
