Diya's POV
" What the fuck do you mean?!" I snapped my head to the source of that familiar voice that I recognized all too well. From where I was sitting, I could see Rahul's tensed shoulders and his restless legs. I sighed deeply and shuffled towards him. When I tapped his shoulder, he went stiff breaking the heated argument he had been having with one of the poor hospital staff.
The staff was a middle-aged receptionist with a cute pixie haircut. She smiled at me with gratitude which I assume was for saving her from getting ambushed by Mr entitled. I forced a smile towards her painfully being aware of Rahul's scrutinizing gaze on me. Once she got back to her work, I pulled Rahul to the door Reece was admitted and he surprisingly followed me quietly.
