Simon unwillingly left me to the nurse's care after she came and assured him that I will be taken care of. She had given me some food to eat but my hands were shaking so badly, I could barely bring it to my mouth.

"Here, let me help," the nurse said, assisting me.

"Um, can I ask you for a favour?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"Can you, ahm, not tell anyone about this little incident?" I asked. The last thing Sweden needed to know that their Prince had attempted suicide.

"Well, I am sorry but I need to inform someone about this, it is a very serious issue," she said giving me an understanding look.

"You can tell my physician about it, we will sort it out," I suggested.

The nurse considered, "Alright, but I also have to inform the headmistress."

"Okay," I said, relaxing a bit. I pulled out my phone and quickly messaged Felice and Sara to create some alibi if anyone asked where they had been.

I leaned back against the wall and thought about the past 3 hours...

"We'll see each other soon."

Erik's words had been reverberating in my mind as I had reached out for my bottle of sleeping pills.

My hands trembled violently, as I popped the first pill in my mouth, then it had gotten progressively easier to pop the rest of them in my mouth till the entire bottle was empty.

An easing calm had overtaken me in the end. I typed a message to Simon, he would read it in the morning and know.

"We will meet soon brother," I said to the thin air around me, "we will meet soon."

I felt my heart rate increase and reverted back to comforting myself by rubbing my chest. No matter how much I tried, I just could not get rid of these habits.

I could have died, but I didn't. I didn't...

Was this a sign?

I was lightheaded and extremely tired. Before I drifted off to sleep, my last thoughts were of Simon. His touch, his caramel hair, his brown eyes, the smell of his skin...

I clicked the bedroom door close as quietly as I could, hoping with all my heart that Casper would not wake up. However, as I turned around, I saw Casper standing with his arms folded.

"Where were you?" he demanded.

I ran a hand through my hair, "A friend needed some help."

"Friend?" he asked raising his eyebrows, "or an ex boyfriend?"

"No," I denied immediately, colour rushed to my cheeks.

Casper looked at my face, then started laughing, "God, just look at yourself. You're gonna blush yourself to death."

"Shut up," I said, shoving my fist in his arm.

"Who is it then? Aren't you going to tell me?" he teased.

"Ughh," I groaned.

"Okay," he threw his hands in the air, "I won't push you. Get some rest, we have to attend classes in..." he looked up at the clock we had recently fitted in the wall, "three hours."

"Yeah," I sighed, throwing myself on my bed without even taking off my slippers and fell asleep almost instantly.