CHAPTER TWENTY THREE:-
BRETT, SHUT UP.
Emarald's POV:-
"Phil is in the hospital." That was our cue to run to his car. Without thinking about the scraps that the branches were leaving on my arms I ran as fast as I could and fortunately this time the fence didn't hold me back. The November wind was blowing in my face rapidly and my breath was coming out in puffs in front of me. Crossing the length of the park we reached his car and finally sprinted off to the hospital.
None of us said anything till we reached there, the silence didn't make the journey easy at all. Parking in front of the hospital, we quickly entered and went straight to the reception asking the room number in which Phillip was. After the woman who looked in her early forties with jet black hair and olive eyes asked the
