I immediately fixed myself and grabbed my phone. Pyro helped me fix my shirt and my skirt as I answered the call.
“Hello?” I was nervous. The asylum never called me before. The last time I visited two weeks ago, everything was okay. So I wonder what’s wrong now.
“Hello. Is this Miss Dionessa Garner?” a female asked from the other line.
I inhaled a sharp breath as I calmed myself. “Yes, this is her speaking,” I replied, trying so hard to not make my voice tremble.
“This is Andrea, a staff nurse from the Gardens by the Desert Asylum. I just want to inform you that there was a scuffle between the patients today and your mother got involved,” she told me in a calm voice. “Nothing critical happened, Ma’am. She just got a small laceration on her arm which She got when she was pushed by anot
