As soon as his mother was settled in the ward and had started treatment, Nathan called the number that had texted him.
He stood in front of the private ward, tapping his foot nervously as he redialed the number. Of all the things on his mind, now Rachel had stepped in to get his room back? He didn’t even know how to thank her.
It was embarrassing to think she had seen him in that situation, but above all, his gratitude outweighed his embarrassment.
Rachel picked on the first ring.
“Hello Nathan,” she greeted smoothly. “I didn’t think I would hear from you so soon. This is nice.”
“Hi,” Nathan said stiffly. He cleared his throat after a second. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say.”
And he really didn’t know what to say. Where was he supposed to start? ‘Thank you for getting the ward b
