442 I Can't Make Myself Love Him

Emily’s gaze briefly lingered on Satan, lying in the hospital bed.

"Emily," Olivia tugged at her hand. "Let's go outside and talk."

"Alright."

The two women left the room hand in hand. Satan’s eyes followed Emily until she disappeared through the door, then he sighed softly, somewhat regretfully.

Allen, sitting in a chair nearby, chuckled. "Stop staring; she’s not going far. She’ll be back soon."

Satan responded with a quiet "Hmm." He admitted, "I know. I just... I’m afraid. I’m scared that if she walks out, I’ll wake up and realize all this is just a dream."

"So you can talk, huh?" Allen raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I can, but the doctor said I shouldn’t talk too much. Emily will worry."

Allen sighed. "Don’t worry. Olivia and I are here, and trust me, this isn’t a dream."

Satan cleared his throat; his voice was still low and raspy but not as harsh as earlier in the day. "I’m sorry."

"What are you apologizing for all of a sudden?" Allen asked, a little taken aback.