Chapter 87

Isolde's POV

I turned to stare at the IV bag in front of me, my voice a little hoarse. "Just this one? Can I leave after it's done?"

Louis nodded, scratching his head sheepishly. "I left in such a rush, I forgot to grab your phone."

My anxiety spiked.

Half a day had passed—there had to be a pil...

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