you’d been in the icu for three days before they were finally able to stabilize you, doing another surgery to patch up any lingering damage you sustained from the.. ‘car crash’. which was a cover for the paranormal attack you’d endured.

on the sixth day in regular patient care, your breathing and mobility had improved drastically, and it was also the first time dean had been to visit you. you were relieved, to say the least, but that quickly changed. his expression was solemn, guilty almost.

you’d began reassuring him that you’d be fine, that what happened wasn’t his fault, but he wasn’t taking it. his head shook at each thing you said and he couldn’t take it anymore— you thinking that you had somehow upset him, it was driving him mad.

“i cheated on you,” he blurted, figuring shock would be the best way to get you to stop talking. it worked and you went still as you looked at him, eyes searching his for any deceit, but there wasn’t any. ‘who?’, you asked, but the look on his face said it all. it confirmed your worst fears, what you had been pushing down for months.

“jo..” he mumbled your sisters name, the word sounding like a betrayal. after a minute, when you didn’t speak, he looked back up to meet your eyes— except they were now rolled back, your body beginning to seize, your heart not able to handle the strain.