His nose is now clean. He was transferred to a ward, we can go home when he woke up. It’s 10 PM and he is still asleep. Arthur and me couldn’t utter any words to each other. I am still surprise and he like giving me more time to digest all of the things that just happen.
I turned my gazed on him, I saw him leaning his back against the room’s window, watching the view. I shook my head. We are 8 feet apart. I am here sitting beside Alvin, waiting for him to gain his conciousness. His phone was ringing earlier but I decided not to answer it, it’s his privacy.
“Stop staring at him, you acted like a girlfriend,” he hardly said. His brows knitted.
My lips twisted, “Then you take care of him, you punched him remember?!” I hissed. He looked away taking underbreathe.
“I already told you, I
