Chapter 815

James had been training until 8:00 pm. He sprawled on the dojo floor, drenched in sweat despite the air conditioning. His body ached, every muscle sore as if his bones had been hammered apart. Shawn, stubborn as ever, managed to carve out an hour after his shift to visit Hazel in the hospital. Earlier that afternoon, the Jefferson family had stopped by. Juniper had wanted to stay, but when Elizabeth arrived, her presence took precedence. Knowing this, Juniper left. Sitting by Hazel's bedside, Shawn held her hand with an IV needle taped to her skin. "How many drips did they give you today?" he asked. "Four bottles," Hazel replied. "Shawn, could you—" "No," he cut her off before she could finish. He already knew what she wanted—for him to stay. Frustrated, Hazel pulled her hand away, leaving Shawn's palm suddenly empty. He glanced at her and commented, "Quite the temper you've got there. Don't push me, Hazel. Grace was punished by Oliver yesterday. Don't make me do the