It was already past five o'clock and we are still here in the clinic. The school nurse gave me an ice bag usually to prevent my ankle from swelling. While doing my thing, Raven was repeatedly raising his arm, watching the time from his wrist watch then look at me and later on at his watch. He was in a hurry for sure. I was sitting on a sofa with a cross legs and a hunch back while holding the bag on my foot. Raven, on the other hand, was sitting across me on the long gray sofa in this wide room of white and antiseptics. Because I felt conscious about his moves, I haven't stopped myself from asking already. "Are you in a hurry?" I inquired without taking a look at him and remained my focus on my feet. He remained silent, seeming nothing to hear. So, I lifted a view to meet his sparkl

