Her colleague replied, a touch of sympathy in his voice, "She won’t misunderstand. This girl’s heart is as clear as a mirror, but sadly, she’s crossed paths with the wrong person."
I picked up my phone and my eyes were drawn to the doctor’s missed calls.
There were over ten attempts in an emergency and none answered.
Instead, a message from him scolded me, cold and sharp.
[Brianna, can you stop making a scene? Can you please know your place?]
At that moment, a strange sense of relief washed over me, knowing Sebastian hadn’t answered the phone.
I couldn’t even fathom the venomous words he would have thrown at me, each one a cruel reminder of the wreckage between us.
I didn’t respond, choosing instead to stay in bed, drained until I found the strength to move.
When the sunlight poured in, I decided to step out and headed for the rooftop garden, seeking warmth. Unexpectedly, I ran into Sebastian’s brothers.
Each of them held a fruit basket or bouquet, but their eyes weren’t kind. They circled me like predators, mocking my hospital gown.
"Yo, so you knew Sebastian was here with his girlfriend, huh? Playing the pity card now?"
"It’s just a little blood donation. Why act so fragile?"