L took his phone and texted.
To: Patrice Kwon
Where are you?
He sighed to himself. He wanted to know if Patrice is alright right now. He is worried.
But 20 minutes later and he didn’t get a reply. He even gotten worried. He doesn’t know where all these worries are coming from but he is worried to the bones. Just the mere thought of Patrice being sick is freaking the hell out of him.
WHAT. IS. HAPPENING. TO. HIM.
Ever since that incident in the hospital, his mind was all over Patrice.
How she is doing.
How she will manage to get to come to school with her arm like that.
How she would be able to work with that arm.
How she would be able to eat if she doesn’t work because she can’t due to her hand.
And so on, so forth.
Every single thing he is thinking is getting worse by the min
