Delyth shook her head, refusing to believe it. "He can't leave me here? Did you not tell him that I will be waking up soon?" she asked as desperation crept into her voice.
"Well, I did tell him, but …" the doctor started but jher words were interrupted impatiently by Delyth.
"But what?"
"Ms. Ember, as I mentioned earlier, Mr. Foster wasn't feeling well. So, after taking the prescription, he left earlier," the doctor explained, only for Delyth to snap at her.
"No! He wouldn't have left me. Even if he were dying, he wouldn't have left me here alone. Not after seeing me in that condition."
The nurse exchanged a confused glance with the doctor. Even the doctor looked puzzled.
"Your condition?" the doctor repeated glancing down at her. "Ms. Ember, you are perfectly fine. I have already examined you. Aside from some external injuries and bruises, there is nothing critical in your situation."
