Millie stood beside her friend, watching her yell frantically into the other end of the call, on the verge of jumping out of the hospital.
"I said, get the hell out of my apartment!." She repeated, placing the phone on the table on speaker phone, whilst she roughly packed her hair into a ponytail.
"Stay where you are, am coming to you." He told her, in a serious tone, halting Karla's movements. She picked up the phone and placed it to her mouth.
"Stay the hell away from me or I'll call the police, you understand?!." There was no response on the other end, which worried Karla, so much so, that she slipped on her shoes, and headed for the door, Millie's phone still in her hand.
"Wait up!. You haven't been checked out by the doctor." Millie called out to her, following her closely behind, glad that she had done all the paperwork work before hand.
