Evo's POV
I woke up hearing my father, Tom, talking to someone. I slowly opened my eyes, but I saw a blinding light. I quickly removed the oxygen mask from his mouth and nose.
'Am I dead? But I can hear my dad's voice.' I thought.
"Finally, you've woken up!" I turned toward the speaker. It was a girl with a familiar voice. Zoey was standing next to my bed. "You made me so worried!"
Even though Zoey was serious, I wanted to laugh at her appearance. I am unable to determine what is in her hair, and she is wearing pajamas. Additionally, she has dirt on her face. It was unlikely that Zoey would leave the house looking like that.
"You're laughing at me?" Zoey asked in anger. "Did you let me leave the house with this appearance and attire because I was too anxious?" Zoey questioned.
"You shouldn't be worried," I told her. "Wait. Are you not frustrated with me now?"
"I'm still angry with you, but..." Zoey said. "I'm worried about you."
