A week later...
My mom cried for about an hour about how guilty she felt for leaving me and my dad kept urging me that I should go with them rather.
"Mom, Dad, I'll be fine. I promise," I smile to make them feel better but I'm unsure of my words.
Will I be fine?
I didn't want to consult my parents about the guy. The man that came to visit me at the hospital was Emir? I don't recollect much about his features and I don't remember his name either.
Even if it was him, would he even bother to come to visit a low-class like me?
Do I have signs of glioblastoma?
These thoughts circle my mind...
My parents finally said their goodbyes. My internship starts a few days from now and I'm more excited that I will be graduating soon.
I lay on my couch, marveling about what to do.
There's a knock at my door and I just stare at it for a while. Do I need company, it's probably Jason or Jessica, I get up slowly feeling tired.
