Ellison
“So, why am I here with you?” Bast asked for the fourth time as I sat in the waiting room at the hospital.
I turned to look at him and scowled. “Can’t you just keep quiet for a minute?”
“It’s been over an hour Ellison.” He drawled, leaning back in his chair with his arms folded over his chest. For a fifteen years old boy, he looked quite handsome and in confidence. I had even caught two or three nurses looking at him with interest before they look beside him and met my eyes.
“So what? Do you have somewhere else to be?” I hissed.
“No. But I don’t want all of the people here thinking that I am the reason for you to be here.” He said, gesturing at yet another nurse who gave him a soft smile before her smile turned into a tight frown as she looked at me.
Oh my god. “What—!!”
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