Ruined

♡Astrid♡ The doctor discharged me once I regained consciousness two days later after they were sure I wouldn’t relapse.  I had no idea what had happened to Derrick. I couldn’t ask Adrian either. To be honest, I didn’t want to know. But somewhere deep inside me, I knew Adrian had gotten to him. While he had been nice to me during my stay at the hospital, I was grateful he didn’t bring up Derrick. “Careful, there,” he muttered, grabbing my arm to steady me when I almost tripped as I limped inside, having turned down his offers to carry me in. “I’m fine,” I mumbled, and he nodded, giving me a flat look. “Obviously.” But he didn’t let go of my arm. He carried the small luggage he’d brought to the hospital in one hand. I stared at the staircase, wondering how the hell I was going to get to my room and run the little errands for myself.   Oh boy, this was going to be tough. I took a step forward, and Adrian held me back. I glanced at him, but he just raised a brow. “What are you doing?” he a