Carsyn David's POV
I opened my eyes, only to find myself lying on a hospital bed with a cannula stuck in the back of my hand.
What the hell? Why am I here? And this stupid cannula—ouch—it hurts when I try to lift my hand.
Am I dying? Ha, just kidding. But seriously, why am I here?
Jayson and Leo were sitting on either side of my bed, staring at me like I was some kind of ghost.
I tried to speak, only to realize my throat was dry. So, I croaked, "Water… please."
And guess what? Even now, as a patient, Leo still had the audacity to show me his shitty attitude.
He pointed at the saline bottle hanging on the stand and said, "This one-liter water is going straight into your body, and you still want water? Don't blame me when your bladder's full."
I squinted at him. "Seriously?"
Of course, he eventually handed me a glass of water.
Jayson asked if I was okay and if I needed anything. Then, as expected, he started with the interrogation: Why did you faint all of a sudden?
Seriously, Jayson? How am I supposed to know?
Leo, on the other hand, smirked while sipping on his juice. "She probably got overwhelmed looking at her never-going-to-be husband and lost consciousness. Or maybe she fainted on purpose to get held by Mr. Tinley."
Ugh. First of all, it's Mr. Finley, not Tinley. And secondly, his words brought back the image of his goddess-like wife—someone he was weirdly soft with. Unlike how he treats the rest of us mere mortals.
I groaned. "Argh! What is your problem? Can't you guys stop talking about him?"
And, of course, both of them burst into laughter like it was the funniest thing in the world.
"Look who's telling us not to talk about Mr. Tinley! Ha-ha!" Leo said, clutching his stomach.
I wanted to cry. Today, my heart shattered into a thousand pieces, and instead of consoling me, my so-called best friends were having a field day at my expense.
So, I did what any self-respecting person would do—I crossed my arms, puffed out my cheeks, and sat silently on the bed, waiting for the saline to finish so I could leave and never see these idiots again.
Oh, and did I mention? They were enjoying my hospital food—fruits, juice, everything—while discussing their basketball match.
To make things worse, they even started talking about Levana, the queen of all bitches, who's apparently cheering for their match. Like, seriously? They know how much I hate her, and yet they choose to discuss her in front of me, Queen Carsyn.
Eventually, Jayson got a text from his teammate and left. That left me alone with Leo, the certified pain in my ass.
Guess what this guy did next?
He made me sit on his chair while he sprawled out on my hospital bed, happily enjoying all the patient facilities.
And now, as my drip finished, the nurse came to remove the cannula. But Leo, being the pig-headed idiot he is, plopped himself onto a patient wheelchair and demanded I push him.
So, here I was, the actual patient, pushing him around the ward while he snacked on my apple. To top it all off, he started feeding me pieces of apple, cracking lame jokes that somehow made me laugh.
That's when it happened.
Just two steps away, Mr. Finley stood talking on his phone. His piercing gaze was fixed on me.
I froze, mid-step, with an apple half in my mouth and half out.
I know I looked like a total clown, but I couldn't help it. My mind raced: What if he asks me how I'm doing? Or why I'm pushing Leo when I'm supposed to be the patient?
But nope. Wishful thinking. He stared at me for a good minute before walking away without a word.
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Now, I'm back home, happily eating my favorite cheese pasta. Let me tell you—cheese is life, and these gooey pulls are heaven!
Tomorrow, I'll be heading back to the hostel since exams are just two months away. My friends are spending the night here, and I couldn't be happier.
Honestly, I can't imagine life in the hostel without them. These three monkeys—Jayson, Leo, and my other roommate—are my lifeline. They're more than friends; they're family.
I still remember my first day at the hostel. I was terrified—scared of making friends, scared of being alone. I've always been the type to have only a handful of close friends.
But these guys? They've become my soulmates. From eating together to getting scolded by seniors as a group, they've made my life better in every way.
Anyway, enough about these monkeys for now. Let me tell you one last thing about Mr. Finley.
You must be wondering what I'm going to say, right?
Well... I think I'm in love with him.