The next morning, I woke up to the blinding sunlight streaming into the room.
"What time is it?"
"Seven-thirty."
"What? Seven-thirty?"
I shot out of bed in a panic.
The clock on the wall showed 7:35!
"Oh no, I'm going to be late!"
Herbert watched me scramble around with an amused expression.
I hurried to get dressed and freshen up, so frantic that I forgot there was someone else in the room. I started changing right in front of him.
When I realized he was still sitting on the bed, I quickly covered my chest, my face turning bright red, and tried to change the subject.
"Herbert, where's your wheelchair? Won't people notice if you go out like this?"
Herbert chuckled and playfully tapped my nose.
"They already saw me walking yesterday. Using the wheelchair now would just be preten
