"Hey, Arthur. Are you at the hospital right now?" Carl's voice carried a sense of urgency as he answered the call, his eyes flicking with concern.
"Great, we are coming to your hospital. No, no, I am fine. It's Grace. Yeah. Ok, ok." With a decisive click, Carl ended the call, his hand reaching out towards me in a silent command.
"Get up. He's at the hospital," Carl announced, his tone brooking no argument.
"What? No, I don't want to go to any hospital. I'm fine. I know. It will be okay once I eat something," I protested, but Carl seemed resolute, his determination evident in the firm set of his jaw and the unwavering resolve in his eyes.
Since that day, I had maintained a deliberate distance from Arthur. Occasionally, glimpses of him in the building's lounge would catch my eye—solitary
