I woke up in the clinic after that. Nadia was sleeping beside me. Her head is on the bed mattress, so she wakes up when I move. She flashed a worried expression when she saw me. "Heather!" he said in a loud voice and hugged me. "Glad you’re okay!" she added.
"Y-Yeah… I’m fine. "
I put my hand behind my head and felt the stitches. "How many stitches did I get?" I asked her. She stopped and thought. "Uhmm, around five or six?" Damn.
"Ugh! I hate that bad boy! " I shrieked and kicked my feet below.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop moving! " Nadia told me and she sounds like my mother now. Heaving a deep sigh, I asked her. "Why’d you do that?"
"Do what?" she asked while fixing my comforter that I had messed up.
"About David. Are you crazy? You don’t even know him that much. Why did you appear in fro
