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Sylvie's POV:

"You know, I just realised that I have no idea what your last name is" Carter looks down at me as I shove a spoonful of strawberry yogurt into my mouth, my back leans against the plush white pillow Carter had propped up for me. I finish swallowing the mouthful of yoghurt and clear my throat, "that's because you never asked" I sarcastically smile at him, not bothering to hide the surprised tone that reveals itself. He smiles back at me slightly before opening his mouth to speak once again, "well I'm asking now". He reflects the sarcastic smile I once held towards me.

"Well, if you want to know so badly. It's M-", the door opens wide, cutting me off from my revelation and my doctor, Dr Jeffrey, enters the room with a clipboard in hand, his neck cranes over and his thin glasses sit on the bridge of his nose. He has a stethoscope wrapped around his neck, resting on both his shoulders as he makes his way towards me.

I smile politely at him as he lifts his head up to look over at me. "Sylvie, I have good news for you" he offers me a toothy smile, I attempt to place my pot of yogurt to the table on the side but Carter grabs it from my hands and places it there himself. I smile thankfully at Carter, Dr Jeffrey must've only just noticed Carter's presence because he makes his way over to him and grips Carter's right hand in his own, shaking it as he introduces himself.

"Sorry, who are you to my patient?" Dr Jeffrey asks Carter curiously, "I'm her - uhm", Carter glances over at me, unsure of how to answer my doctors question. "Friend?" He stated, though it came out as more of a question. Carter and I both cringe slightly at the sound of the word before recovering and bringing our attention back to Dr Jeffrey.

Dr Jeffrey senses the slight tension he caused in the room and glances at me apologetically. "Well, you can be released as soon as tomorrow morning" he articulated as he gapes in my eyes. "Usually I would prescribe you some pain medication but considering-", I cut him off eagerly, "that's fine, thank you". I smile desperately attempting to hint at him not to say anymore at this moment. Carter's head snaps towards me as his eyebrows furrow together, his face floods with confusion and I can practically see his mind trying to understand what Dr Jeffrey is speaking about.

Thankfully, Dr Jeffrey understands my hints and nods towards me. "You need to be on bed rest for at least another week, I'd suggest staying with someone to make it easier for you" I nod in understanding at his words. Carter's eyes don't leave my face. I pretend like I can't feel his eyes digging through my skull by avoiding all forms of eye contact with him and facing all my attention towards the doctor infront of me.

"I'll come back later, you should plan for tomorrow", Dr Jeffery suggests before turning around with his clipboard in hand, resting against his hip and walking out the door; shutting the door behind him.

"What are you going to do?" Carter asks after a few minutes of silence, thankfully he didn't ask about the painkillers as I had predicted he would. I think deeply for a moment before replying, debating between staying by myself or staying with Katherine, "I'm going to go back to my apartment" I answer.

Carter's eyes flicker over with an emotion I can't quiet understand, "Is your boyfriend there?" He asks hesitantly. I shake my head, no, "I don't have one" I respond. His eyes sparkle under the white lights as he continues, "Are your parents there?", my heart drops to my stomach, yet I shake my head confidently - just as I had earlier.

"Is anyone there?" He finally asks me. I shake my head, once again. He stays silent for a moment, looking to be in deep thought before finally speaking up again. "You're staying with me" he declares casually. I blink at him, "no, I'm not". He looks frustrated for a second, "yes, you are" he continues. I shake my head and cross my arms in front of my chest, making me appear as even more stubborn. He simply readjusts his foot and slightly spreads his legs apart while reflecting my crossed arms.

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