Andrew stepped on the accelerator, pulling into the hospital circle.
Rushing.
The phone call. The receptionist's words. Anisha. Hospital.
It was all spinning around him.
He'd been driving to meet her at the ice cream shop when he'd gotten the phone call.
Anisha fainted. She had. And she was in the hospital.
Andrew knew one thing for certain. And that was most of the time, good things didn't happen at hospital. Especially for him.
He slammed the car door shut, cursing as the roses fell to the ground. Scattered and torn apart. Without bothering to pick up the roses she'd wanted, he tossed the keys to his Tesla to the valet. He didn't even bother telling the valet to be careful with his car.
Anisha was all he cared about. He didn't know what was going on or what he was even doing. All
