POV: Isabella “Izzy” Virelli
Mrs. Patterson finished cleaning Alexander’s lip and applied a small bandage with professional efficiency. “That should heal without scarring, but try to avoid any more encounters with opinionated walls for the next few days.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
After she left to file an incident report, Alexander and I remained in the medical wing’s quiet sterility. I was still holding his hand, ostensibly to check my bandaging work, but really because the intimacy of the moment felt too fragile to break.
His hands were warm and surprisingly gentle for someone who’d apparently punched his way through a confrontation an hour earlier. I could feel his pulse under my fingertips, steady but slightly elevated, and when I looked up, I found him watching me with an intensi
