Scars Of A Broken Bond

She hadn’t been in the hospital yesterday or this morning.

At this moment, she was grateful for the privacy of the hospital, with the nurses not entering patient’s rooms on a whim.

“Tell her to go,” Tyrone instructed, lifting his head.

Biting down hard, Sabrina took a deep breath and managed, “I’m a bit tied up at the moment. Please return later.”

“Alright. I’LL visit again later.”

With the nurse’s departure, Sabrina breathed a sigh of relief. Soon, she came.

Silence took over the room for a while, and a blush painted her face.

face, grabbed a damp tissue from the table to clean up, then retreated

lazily leaning on the sofa, a satisfied expression on

voice held a harsh

as he replied,

out, closing the door behind

relief. After a moment of resting her eyes on the sofa, she rang

vision was nearly back to normal, eliminating the necessity for her to stay in

Sabrina, post-breakfast, completed the paperwork for discharge and rang up the driver

way to the ward

enveloped in an