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?”

nodded dejectedly. “I’m not blind. I just

Led to

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

“What brings you here?”

me about your accident, so I rushed

the afternoon but when she hadn’t returned by evening, he intended to call her, only

arrived to find Karen gathering your things. She’Ll be here

I’ll arrange a private

sharing a

Tyrone left the room.