That day, we remained in my room. In the evening, he took me to the hospital. He also told me he was going to take us on a dinner date.
I was about to get out of his car to go to the hospital. It's been a few minutes, and I'll be late.
“Wait,” he said.
“What?” I ask in a rush as I look out the window of his car.
I turned my gaze to him when I noticed that his grip on my hand tightened. It seems like he would rather not let me go.
“I'll fetch you later, okay?” he said, landing a kiss on my hand.
I smiled and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. I opened the door of the shotgun seat and ran into the hospital. When I finally arrived inside the hospital, I could see the doctor’s mess, groggy with sleeplessness and still fuming. Even at the best of times, doctors’ mistakes invariably l
