Jade's pov. 

"Saint, it's me," I said quietly, knocking on his door. 

He didn't open up the first time which made me repeat myself. I waited for some time with crossed fingers before his door finally opened and I met his eyes, for the first time since the previous night.

I saw he was in a new shirt which had some blood stains on it and his lips were downturned in a frown. He didn't look stressed but he didn't look good at all. 

"You shouldn't be up and walking ...