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2024-10-09 07:02:33Antonio's POV
"Phoebe, you look like you've seen a ghost," I said, noticing how pale and startled she seemed when she opened the bathroom door.I had just gotten to the hospital and noticed she wasn't not in her room. I thought she might have gone out for a morning scroll or something, but then I used a voice coming from the rest room and just as I was about to reach out and open it, the door creaked open and I saw Phoebe standing there, looking a bit shocked.She flashed me an awkward smile. "Oh, Antonio… I was just surprised to see you standing there, that’s all."I raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. I moved toward her, gently helping her back to the room. "You need to take it easy. Your leg hasn't fully healed."She nodded, and once we were inside, the nurse came in, smiling politely at me before turning to Phoebe. "Are you done with the phone?"I frowned, catching that last part. "What phone?"Phoebe quicklRelated chapters
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