MYRA POV

"You don't need to be here, you know that, right?" Cyran muttered, bracing his arms against the beam.

"I know that," I stepped closer. "But I wanted to help you out with your therapy. This is your last day at the hospital anyway."

His gaze was sharp and cutting. "I don't need your help."

"You don't have to be so mean, you know that, right? I know you're hurting, but I also have feelings...you didn't even apologize about last time."

He let out a grunt, breath hitching as he took a ...