She scrolled through my contacts and naturallynded on James''s number. Mirabe paused for a moment, then hit the call button.


    About half an hourter, James showed up to find Mirabe curled up in a corner of the hospital lobby, her head buried in her knees, looking so small and vulnerable. He walked over and sat beside her.


    After what felt like an eternity, Mirabe finally looked up. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face, still pale from the ordeal, hadn''t quite regained its color. "You came."


    James met her gaze, feeling his chest tighten with concern. "What happened?" Mirabe just shook her head.


    Seeing she wasn''t ready to talk, James didn''t push it. Instead, he reached out and took her hands, which were cold to the touch. He frowned slightly and wrapped his jacket around her.


    "Let''s go home," Mirabe murmured.


    She stood up, her legs wobbly and unsteady.


    James nodded, then gently scooped her up and carried her out of the hospital.


    By the time they reached the apartmentplex, Mirabe had fallen asleep. James nced at her, deciding not to take her back to her ce. Instead, he drove to his own home.


    She didn''t stir until he parked in the garage.


    Getting out of the car, James carefully lifted her. Mirabe barely opened her eyes, her voice was raspy, "Are we there?"


    "Yeah," James murmured, easing her head against his chest. "My ce." "Oh," Mirabe mumbled, too worn out to care, and closed her eyes again.


    James carried her inside and straight to the master bedroom upstairs. He sat by the bed for a while, watching her breathing slow and deepen before leaving the


    room.


    He quietly asked someone to find out what had happened.


    *


    Mirabe slept until past five in the afternoon. When she woke up, she took a moment to get her bearings in the unfamiliar room.


    Once her mind caught up with the events of the previous night, she blinked and slowly sat up. Her eyesnded on her phone on the bedside table.


    She picked it up, checked the time, then got out of bed, her bare feet sinking into the carpet.


    Just then, the door opened, and James walked in, carrying a cup of warm water. "Figured you''d be waking up around now."


    Mirabe looked at him, running her fingers through her hair. She decided not to dwell on why she hadn''t simply taken a taxi home that morning and instead called him to the hospital. Clearing her throat, she said, "Thanks for this morning."


    James handed her the cup, clearly in high spirits. "Happy to help my girlfriend. No need to thank me."


    Cradling the cup, Mirabe took a few sips to soothe her throat. "I''m hungry. Is there anything to eat?"


    "Yeah, there is," James nodded.


    Mirabe nodded back, noticing aputer on a nearby table, an idea forming in


    her mind. "Mind if I use yourputer for a bit?"


    "Go ahead," James replied.


    After thanking him, she went over, turned on theputer, and after a few minutes, closed it again.


    Soon, they headed downstairs.


    In the dining room, Mirabe sipped her soup while calling As.


    As, who had been at the hospital, said, "Mr. Nick''s condition is very stable right now."


    Mirabe nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. "Keep me posted on any changes." "Will do, Miss Mira. Take care," As replied.


    Noticing Dr. Ray approaching down the hall, As wrapped up the call quickly.