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HAILEY'S POV

I left Jaxon at the casino and headed to the hospital to bring lunch for both Tristan and Willow. I hoped Willow would be discharged soon since there weren't any side effects and so on. Roaming through the halls, my hands were occupied with Chinese takeouts as my eyes darted to Tristan, who let out a heavy sigh as he made his way to me.

"Tristan ... You're supposed to be with Willow."

"I'm going home..." he spat bitterly as his fingers massaged his temple. He looked so frustrated, trying to cope with Willow's amnesia. Willow hasn't been making things easier for him by keeping herself distant from him. She once told me she feels uncomfortable when he's around.

Tristan is always with her 24/7, and she's pretty uncomfortable with that since Tristan is occupying her breathing space, trying to do everything possible to get her to remember him, but it's all in vain. It's been two weeks now, and the doctor said if she can't recover her memory soon, those memories will be nothing