Victoria's POV
"Are you okay, Victoria?" Oliver asked me as he drove away from the hospital's parking lot.
"No, I am not okay, Oliver. My best friend doesn't want to talk with me, and it feels so painful to think that I felt so worried about her, and she didn't allow me to see her and talk with her. Lana didn't even bother to reply to my text messages, and I think she hated me for hurting Tim." I responded, and Oliver took my hand.
"Hey, you need to relax, and take it easy, Victoria; of all people, you should be the one who understands her the most because you are her best friend. Give her time, Victoria, I am sure tomorrow she will get better, and she will talk with you." He declared, and I slumped my back on the backrest of my seat, and I couldn't believe this was all happening right now.
"I was hoping she will be okay tomorrow, and I can't wait to speak with my best friend," I replied in more than a whisper.
