Am I going? Or not?

Earlier I was wondering if I would go to the hospital or not. I chewed the tip of my fingernails.

Ugh!

I adjusted my seat, but I was still uncomfortable so I looked for a comfortable position.

Damn it! Even a few rounds and I lift my foot in the chair I am still irritable.

"Verine, what are you doing? Earlier it was there in your seat!" Tit said on the other sofa.

I lazily lay my body on the sofa and take a deep breath.

I felt Tit sitting next to me. "What's your problem spermcegg?"

I'm sure Tit will just laugh at me...