#Chapter8

"Austin? Wh-what are you doing here? How did you get in here?" he is the last person I want to see right now especially with me in this condition. Sitting up I watch him get closer to the bed.

What is he doing here? In my room? A tiny part of me hopes he came to visit me, longs to think that those flowers are actually meant for me. Finding an empty spot he sat beside me on the bed.

"My nana is in room 235 below. When I came to check on her at the reception desk to drop her favorite flowers, I saw your name on a...