The driver spoke with his face pale from fright.

I was in a daze, and when I came back to my senses, I noticed that blood was dripping from my knees and elbows.

Though the wound from Andrea's scratches and from the glass fragments when I protected Hendrix in the hospital had already healed before, the hard impact I suffered when I fell on the ground caused the wound to tear open once more.

The wound looked pretty bad, and I was losing a lot of blood.

"Thank you!" I had no choice but let him take me to the hospital because I sure as heck would not be able to drive there on my own now.

In the hospital!

The doctor cleaned my wound while the driver paid for the medical fees and got me a prescription. He looked apologetic and concerned as he looked at me.

He must have been in a hurry before, yet he still stuck around to care for me. I suddenly felt guilty. "What happened today was my fault, yet you sent me to the hospital and took care of everything. I'm very sorry. I'm fine now, so please go about your day!"

He looked at my mangled knee and apologized again, "I was the one who hit you. I'm really sorry. Please contact your family members. I'll take full responsibility once they come."

His man was so honest. There was no need to hold him up here, and I insisted that he didn't have take responsibility for this. But still, he was adamant on waiting for my family to come and to have a talk with them about what happened.

choice but to

sounded quiet over the phone. "Have you eaten

mouth and asked awkwardly, "Hendrix,

answered, "What's

got a little hurt. Can you come

He was shocked, his

me to say more, so I just replied, "Yes, but

Can you come over?"

over the phone, "Let's stop

looked at the time on my phone.

acknowledgment and asked, "What is the

It's not a big deal, after all." I hung up the phone after

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About fifteen minutes later.

Hendrix arrived.

Seeing that I was lying on the

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