Chapter 62

BRIANNA'S POV.

FOR A LONG TIME, I had hated gas stations. Not that I hated the whole idea of getting the car filled but what I hated most about it was the scent of diesel, I hated the whole lot of it and most times it made me want to puke.

I stared hard at the gas station fluorescent lights flickered as it was switched on as everywhere was becoming darker due to the sky threatening rain. We had been on our way to the hospital when Michel had decided that we were running low on gas and then had opted for the next available gas station.

His car was just like him in the way, and it was funny how the two shared the same personality as if it was him.

I was suffocated by the whole scent of gasoline in a way I couldn’t find unpleasant.

From my calculations we were already close to the clinic, but one couldn't just rush into a weather like this without knowing if it was safe and that was exactly what Michel was doing checking how safe it was for us to drive.

In a way I could feel my head