Amelia’s POV
Walking to his bed, I sat down at the edge, glancing down at the paper Dr. Leslie had given to me before he walked out. The first thing I noticed was the handwriting, looking so much like scribbling because I could hardly make out the words.
I wondered how Luke's writing looked like, maybe it was nice, or maybe it was as bad as this one I was staring down at. I smiled, scoffing a little for once again, thinking about Luke to compare the two men.
“Is that his number?” I heard Luke ask when the doctor was gone and I looked at him.
“What?” I asked.
“Is that his number?” he asked me again.
Something was wrong, but I didn't know what. “Huh, yes. Along with instructions on what to look out for.” I said.
Luke had a sullen look on his face, and I could tell he was unhappy ab
