Chapter 11

Just as I was about to find a cab, a black car slowly pulled up in front of me. "Wyn?" The car window rolled down slowly. I looked up dizzily and saw a handsome face. I was startled. "Tree… Mr. Zook?" Tristan got out of the car and opened the door to help me in. It took me a while to gather my thoughts. "Mr. Zook, why are you still here?" He answered me calmly while driving, "I had a feeling you might still be at the hospital, so I circled the area a few times. Turns out I was right." He thoughtfully pulled out a napkin. "Did you just throw up?" I took it from him and wiped my mouth, murmuring softly, "Yes, I felt a little dizzy. It might be from the concussion." Tristan frowned slightly. His gaze behind his glasses became cold and stern. Only then did I notice the back of my shirt was soaked with my sweat. As Tristan drove, he comforted me gently, "It's alright. Just rest well today. I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow." I looked up and accidentally locked