I stumbled on the floor as I gazed at the TV. There was a plane crash this morning. Was that why Jonathan was not reachable? Is he fine? A lot of passengers were rescued, some died, and some sustained injuries. Lord, please hope Jonathan is not part of them.
Different thoughts crossed my mind as I prayed and hoped he was fine. I hurriedly crawled to the sofa to take my phone and dialed Jonathan's line. He's not picking up.
Immediately, I sprang up and carried my car key, rushing out of the house. I got outside the penthouse and hopped inside my car, heading to the hospital where all the saved and dead passengers from the plane crash were taken, according to the newscaster.
I ignored the traffic lights for the very first time in my life, driving crazily to the hospital. After some minutes, I arrived at the hospital and hopped out after parking my car crazily.
