C H A P T E R 9:
"How are you, sir?" I asked to the old man who's lying on the bed with his eyes open staring intensely at me.
The nurse called me earlier this morning saying that the old man was already awake and I talked to God of how thankful I was for making him safe and alive. I got in the hospital as early as 6:03 in the morning but I am not complaining with it. I still have many questions for the old man asking if what was he mean to the words he told me before.
For some reason, there's still many time to be here since my classes will be start in eight.
Looking to the old man, he breathes heavily. "I'm good, Your Highness. Thank you for saving me." He said.
I shake my head smiling at him, "It's okay. And please don't call me Your highness. I'm not a princess." I
