Jalen’s POV

The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of machines. Fiona had been stabilized, but she was still sleeping. Harry and I sat on opposite sides of the room, the silence between us thick and heavy.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Harry,” I said quietly. “We need to talk.”

He looked at me for a long moment, jaw tight, before nodding once.

I leaned forward, elbows on my knees.

“I know you hate me right now. And you have every right to. But I need you to ...