Once Natalie finished her breakfast, her cellphone rang. Seeing her grandfather's name flash on the screen, her heart skipped a beat.
'Grandpa... he must have seen the news. He must be worried I'm hurt.' She quickly answered the call.
"Grandpa—" she began, but Albert's hasty, worried voice cut her off. "Where are you? Where are you hurt? Tell me—"
Grandpa, calm down. I'm not hurt," she tried to sound reassuring.
"I read in the news that you were attacked."
"It's nothing serious."
"Which hospital are you in?" he asked, already concluding she must be hurt.
Natalie hadn't planned on telling him she was even slightly injured, but her sister had made sure the news was out there. "I'm in the same hospital as you," she braced herself for the inevitable scolding.
Instead he asked, "Which floor and room?"
"Grandpa, I'll come to you—"
