While panicking, I picked up my bag from the side table, opened my phone, and scrolled to find Benjamin's number. With tears flowing down my face, I dialed the number, but the phone continued to ring, and no one answered.
My hands trembled. I tried calling him again until my panic rose. I cried out, my voice filled with desperation as I said, "Benjamin... Please pick up the f*cking phone...."
The doctor and the nurses rushed to my side, and one of them injected me with something to calm me down.
The doctor whispered softly, "It's okay, Emma... It's okay."
I slowly closed my eyes and drifted back into unconsciousness.
HALF A MONTH LATER.
It's been two weeks and two days, and I still can't get over what happened, especially since it felt like it had only happened yesterday.
It took me half a month to get better, but no one called me. Not even Benjamin tried to find me or see if I was still alive.
Why is it so hard for him to love me?
Doctor Grey walked towards me and handed me my things. I would be completely helpless and dead if he hadn't saved me. So, all thanks to him.
"T-Thank you, Doctor," I stuttered out.