"Thanks," I said.
He was serious and did not smile. I averted the thought that the non-sterile gloves had been removed. "I'm going to take a break, you can go—"
"So that's it?"
I was stunned and stared at the things I had scattered on the table. "W-what?"
"Are you mad? That I'm late?"
My forehead furrowed and I suddenly tripped again when I remembered that. "No." I'm lying.
Of course I'm mad! I was embarrassed with my professor before and I really thought of taking my own blood because he wasn't there! And he said he'll fetch me too. Not that I don't want to drive or I want him to really fetch me, but if he just says such things, he should do it, right? I was late because I waited for him!
"I'm sorry, my mom called me for an emergency."
"Okay." My answer. Still no
