Scars Of A Broken Bond

But then the black figure paused at her own bed, settling down on it.

Sabrina jolted slightly, squinting instinctively, but her vision remained foggy. She tried to make out the figure before her, hesitating, she asked, “Could you be… Tyrone?”

“Yes, it’s me, Sabrina. What’s wrong with your sight?” Tyrone queried anxiously, his gaze falling on her bandaged forehead, his large hand resting on her cheek.

She had stared at him in silence for a while, which perplexed him.

Recognizing the familiar voice, Sabrina confirmed it was indeed Tyrone.

“There’s pressure on my visual nerve due to internal bleeding. My vision’s compromised.”

Tyrone fluttered his hand before Sabrina, inquiring, “Can you see my hand?”

dejectedly. “I’m not blind. I just have trouble

Led to the

was on my way back from the cemetery when someone rear-ended my car on the highway.”

“What brings you here?”

was at home when Karen informed me about your accident, so

knew she’d gone to the cemetery in the afternoon but when she hadn’t returned by evening, he intended to call her, only to find her

Karen gathering

here, I’ll arrange a private room

uncomfortable sharing

Tyrone left the room.