Mia was the first to enter the room where Jim was lying now conscious. His forehead was covered with white guaze. While his other bruises were treated with antiseptic. Looking at Mia he gave a light smile trying to get up a little. "Don't get up, just lay down you need rest." Mia spoke in a stern voice.
"Our dinner." The boy sighed sadly.
"Look at yourself still thinking about the dinner." She frowned.
Jim smiled looking at her. He frowned a bit looking at her disheveled state. "Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yeah I'm fine." Mia assured.
She went out of the room after checking up on the guy. Mia felt really bad for the boy as he came to fetch her earlier and got hit by the car. Soon her guilt converted into fury as she again got reminded of that arrogant girl.
"Mia you really need to treat your wound it's bleeding." Julia said showing her blood stained hand.
"I'll call the doctor." Drake said.
