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Part 2, Chapter 16- Cassiopeia's POV

"I knew I should have followed you after class. Doesn't take a genius to know when someone's having a mental breakdown. You absolute fucking idiot. God, I hate you."

......

I don't know if I'm hearing things or what but whoever let this guy into the hospital wing just so he can shit all over me is on my hit list.

I open my eyes ever so slightly. Even though the dark, his eyes shine like bright blue crystals.

"If you hate me so much, you wouldn't be breaking curfew to see me now would you darling?" I whisper.

Theseus damn well near jumps out of his skin which makes me smile, "You're not dead."

"Sorry to disappoint."

Theseus stands at the edge of my bed awkwardly, he puts his hands in the pocket of his black sweatshirt and looks anywhere but me.

"You going to sit down or just stand there like a stalker?" I say softly.

"I only came by to make sure you weren't dead. Cause when I saw you in the corridor you bloody well looked it."

"Ah yes, because the professors would float a dead body through the corridors of the castle casually."

"I was just seeing if you were alright."

"Why do you care?"

"I don't."

"You're a bad liar."

"So are you."

"Have I lied today?"

"Well, not today..."

"Theseus?"

"Yeah?"

"Go back to your dorm."

"What?"

"You have a girlfriend, and you're at the edge of some other girl's death bed..."

"Death bed?"

"Sick bed sorry. You can't be here. Besides. You hate me remember?"

"You seem awfully worried about my relationship with Georgette."

I don't say anything for a moment.

"Just because I hate you, doesn't mean I hate Georgette. I don't want her to freak out and get all sad."

"See, you're a bad liar."

"Excuse me?"

I try to sit up in my bed but I just get really dizzy and lie back down in the mess of pillows and blankets.

"You said that you don't hate Georgette. You're a bad liar."

"Get out."

"Are you sure that you want me to leave?"

No, I'm not sure I want him to leave. In fact, I want him to lie down in this bed beside me and stay with me all night, playing with my hair and whispering sweet nothings into my ear. Telling me all the things we can do once I'm out of here.

I want him to keep me warm, not these itchy blankets. I want to be wrapped in his arms. I want to feel his breath against my skin as we slowly fall asleep.

I look at Theseus again, my eyes are getting used to all this darkness. I've never seen him as causal as he is now. His hair is a mess underneath the hood of his sweatshirt. He's wearing fleece tartan pyjama pants, and what can only be described as old man slippers. Normally when I see him, his hair is done just so, and he's wearing fancy dress shoes, button-down shirts, and dress pants that are clearly more expensive than any bit of clothes that I've ever owned. Not that Mum and Dad couldn't buy me expensive clothes, but because I've never seen the need to wear brand names and things.

"Yeah," I whisper, "I'm sure."

Theseus nods once and turns around, walking quietly to the door. He looks back at me once before opening the door and walking out; making sure not to let the door slam shut.

I stare at the door for a minute or two before rolling over and closing my eyes, drifting off to sleep.