I ended the call and started sobbing. The wait was over, and I could no longer tolerate the ache. I collapsed onto the bed, sobs racking my body. I cursed my life, I cursed my destiny for giving me false hope which did not exist.
And at last, I slipped into slumber with teardrops still glistening on my cheek. However, I was well aware even in my sleep that nothing would be the same for me again
I slowly opened my eyes to find Bonnie standing over me, a look of concern etched on her face. "Emma? Emma, wake up!" she exclaimed, shaking me gently.
I jumped up immediately, my heart racing. I was sweating profusely, and my body ached all over. I looked around, trying to remember where I was.
"What happened to you?" Bonnie's worried face came into focus, and I tried to reassure her.
"I'm fine, Bonnie. Please don't make a big deal out of it," I begged, trying to brush off her concerns.
But Bonnie wasn't having it. "No, Emma, I'm taking you to the hospital. You look a mess," she said firmly, pulling me up from the bed.
As I stood up, a sharp pain shot through my arm, and I let out a loud cry. Bonnie's eyes widened in concern as she rolled up my sleeve, exposing a large burn mark on my arm.