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Corey's POV

"Thank you, Will. How do you feel now?" I asked, making sure I hid every trace of nervousness in my voice as I could sense that something was off.

"Actually, I feel better now that you are here." He replied with a sardonic smile that caused my hair to rise. Apparently, he wasn't sick and he didn't know any other way to bring me to his house other than faking that he was sick.

"That's really good to know, Will." I smiled, fiddling with my fingers. "So do you want me to drive you to the hospital right now?" I questioned, hoping that he would give me a positive response.

He chuckled then dipped his hands in his pocket. "Not yet darling, why don't you make yourself comfortable while I get you a drink?" He offered.

"That would be nice, but I need to use the toilet." I lied.

He gazed at me for a while then shrugged. "The toilet is at the end of the hallway by your right." He directed me and I quickly turned around, forcing myself to feel comfortable in his presence.