Sarah's POV:
I felt someone's arm wrapped around my waist, and I couldn't turn "Don't move," Jacob whispered.
What time did he come here? Last night, he was so angry that he didn't show up. I thought he had returned home and left me at the hospital alone.
He rigged of alcohol, and I turned to take a look at him. "You are so stubborn; I said you shouldn't move."
"Did you drink?" I asked.
"Just a little."
I frowned and sat up on the bed before I switched the bedside lamp on and took a proper look at him.
"Did you go out drinking like some drunkard?"
"I am not drunk."
"Of course, go down my bed," my brows furrowed, and he held my hand.
"I said I was not drunk."
"But I don't want you on my bed; it's for patients, and you are not one."
"I am sorry; I shouldn't have drank so much," he apologized, but I sneered.
