"YES, Mom. Don't worry about me, I'm in good condition. You take care too, okay?" Dana said to her mom as she called them to check on them. After that, she bid goodbye and ended the call, placing her phone on the bedside table.
As Dana was about to lie down on the bed, but she paused when she heard a cough. When she looked to her side, she saw Franco leaning against the doorframe, staring intently at her. His hand was tucked into his pants pocket. She wasn't sure if he had been there for a while or not. She had been too focused on talking to her parents on the phone and hadn't noticed his presence.
"Do you need something?" she asked him after a moment.
He straightened up from his stance. "Pack all your things, we're leaving," he told her, before turning around and exiting the room.
Lef
