“You should have just said I missed out on the group work instead of making my blood rush for nothing. I must agree you had me there, I thought I had screwed up,” Abby said, as they were seated in her room playing some video games.
“Okay, I would have said that but your mom would have known you missed class, which she knows, but missing out on assignments would be bad for you. The only reason I came here this early is because I won’t be around tomorrow. I have a doctor’s appointment or rather surgery.”
“Why, are you okay?” Abby asked, looking at him with concern.
“Yeah, I have Diabetes Type 2 and the doctors think I am finally ready for surgery. I know I make it sound so casual but I am scared.” He said, fidgeting.
“I am so sorry. I didn’t know you were going through all this on your o
