65. Back to Manhattan
Travis's POV:
My heart jumped out of my throat when I saw Sabrina sprawled on the floor.
I quickly composed myself and picked Sabrina up, laying her back on the bed.
I tried getting angry at her, but she looked in pain. Nonetheless, I gave her an earful.
I lifted her top because the wound on her stomach was complicated.
I panicked, seeing blood coming out of the dressing.
"What was so important that you were hell-bent on doing on your own, you could have at least woke me up," I scolded.
She stammered at first but then said her purpose.
"I wanted to go to the toilet," she replied.
"Oh then, you could have woken me up," I said in a thick voice.
I was tense. What if she caused some severe damage to the infected area? I didn't know what to do first, whether to
