Rosalie was pointedly not allowing herself to look anywhere but his face. Not around the room at what might've changed since her last peek, not at the other side of his bed where she might've laid her head, not at his body. This was already intrusive enough, barging in here without so much as a letter. She didn't need to make it worse by furthering his discomfort.

She flinched at his tone. "I promise I will explain. Just please - I need to know you'll hear me out first. Please." Rosalie kept her voice low, but her nerves were certainly betrayed in her tone.

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