Kian's P. O. V
"Kian, are you certain about this? You're really in no condition to be moving around." Carol said over the phone, I rolled my eyes as I walked past the security at the doors leading outside the airport.
"It's okay, and I promised to call if anything feels remotely off." I insisted wanting to get off this call and check into my hotel room. I had spent over eight hours on the plane and was feeling a little jet lagged.
"Damn, I wish I could be there with you—"
"I've told you not to beat yourself over that, I am more than capable of taking care of myself. Your work over there is much more important." And it was, carrying out medical research was far more important.
However, I overheard Carol on the phone with someone else, someone who she thanked for helping with my surgery. But when I asked who she was talking to, she didn't say.
