chapter 92 - flares

Stella’s pov

I hated being wheeled!

“Bestie!” Tina ran up to me as Lawrence helped me out of the car and placed me on the damned wheelchair.

I looked in her direction. Her eyes were swollen and she had big dark circles underneath them but she still maintained a smile and had her hands spread for a hug before suddenly stopping wide eyed and dropping her hands as Lawrence adjusted my legs on the wheelchair.

“What's going on? What prank are you trying to pull? This is not a funny bestie, she said as she had her eyes fixed on my bandaged hand.

A dislocation I got after falling off the bed, because I wanted to get off myself. I winced at the thought of it as it was both embarrassing and painful because I was awfully pressed.

“I'm sorry for your loss, tina. It's so sad that you're losing your mom so early to such a disaster,"I said and lowered my head to offer my condolences. After All, it was only natural to greet the briefed about their loss.

“Thank you?” she cocked her head to the side a