"What kind of man are you? Do you not care about your woman at all? Even if you're just getting married, you can’t go at it for seven days and seven nights! Are you trying to kill her?"
Seven days. Seven nights.
Holding the diagnosis report, I swallowed against my dry, cracked throat.
"I… I’m not talking to you! Where’s she? Hannah!"
I pushed past the nurse and rushed toward the patient rooms.
The nurse glared at me. "Are you out of your mind? Even a farm mule doesn’t get worked this hard."
I ignored her and started searching every room.
She wasn’t there. And not there either.
Then, from a distance, I heard Hannah’s laughter.
I stood in the hallway, dazed, my eyes locking onto the last room at the end.
Without hesitation, I kicked the door open.
"Hannah!"
She was already awake, leaning against the bed, giggling as she watched a drama.
"What are you doing? You scared me!"
I stormed in and threw all the medical papers onto her bed.
"What is this? What’s the meaning of this?"
She kept stuffing potato chips into her mouth, looking completely unfazed. "I was just having some fun. Do you really need to make such a big deal out of it?"
A wave of heat exploded in my head.