Ria's POV.
With arms folded across my chest, I stood beside myself as I glanced at Andrew on the bed. It was rather obvious that he needed to rest, and he knew that he should, but he just didn't want to. Perhaps, because I was still standing there, but how could I not? I mean, he literally warned me not to go, but I insisted on doing so. If only I had listened to him back there, then there was every chance that this wouldn't have happened in the first place. But at the same time, I couldn't have known. Anna was also in danger. Or better still, she sounded like one who was in danger and I had to go help her out only to be confronted with a shocking reality where she didn't even know what she was doing or what she was saying. Perhaps, she knew that this incident had something to do with her
