"Looking for something?" the nurse asked, her voice tinged with a hint of concern as she placed the tray on the table near the bed, the clatter of the tray breaking the silence of the room.
"Ohh... actually, I am," I replied, forcing a slight smile to mask my growing anxiety.
"Something I could help with?" she inquired, her tone warm and inviting, making it easier for me to open up.
"Well, when I was brought to the hospital, was my phone intact? Or any other belongings of mine?" I asked, my voice steady despite the flutter of worry in my stomach. The thought of losing my personal items felt overwhelming, a nagging reminder of the chaos that led me here.
"Oh, I actually don't have any information about that," she admitted, her brow furrowing slightly as she considered my question. "But
