I came home from the hospital a few hours ago. It was already 8 P.M. and I haven't heard from Samuel after his sudden disappearance in the hospital. "Why is he avoiding me? Does he even care for me ? I was in hospital and broke my leg and he hasn't even called or texted to check on me." I thought and checked my phone again if he had texted or called me.
I huffed and put down my phone on the bed-side table of the Guest room of my house. My family has shifted me to the spare room downstairs as I was not able to climb stairs to go to my own room.
"Is he still mad at me? I know I shouldn't have said that. But I already apologized. Maybe I should give him a call." I mumbled to myself and picked up my phone again and called Samuel. The phone kept ringing until I heard machine voice saying "The
