Aniela’s fingers hovered over her phone for a moment, staring at Orifiel’s name on the screen. She hadn’t meant to call him—her thumb had slipped in her nervous fumbling. Great. Just great. Now he knows I’m… here… and why. Her stomach churned as her heart raced, and she pressed the phone to her ear, trying to steady herself.
“Hello?” Orifiel’s voice came through, calm but alert, and immediately she felt a pang of guilt. He’s going to be so worried… I can’t lie to him… not now.
“I… I’m at the hospital,” she blurted out before she could stop herself. Her voice wavered, soft and almost guilty.
“Huh? Why are you there?” Orifiel’s tone shifted immediately, concern bleeding through the casualness.
Aniela’s hand trembled slightly as she gripped the phone tighter. How do I explain this? “Are…
