♥Fighting Over A Waitress In Costa♥ - [2nd book]

♥Chapter 9♥

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Why is it that I am the target of everyone's hit and runs?

I pray to you 5 times a day and this is what I get?!

This was so déjà vu. Time had repeated itself but now, I had severe injuries and more complications.

I'm pretty sure my entire body was covered in a cast but I wasn't sure as I couldn't turn my neck.

To make it even more worse, my mother cried her eyes out right next to me for an hour and a half, literally. I tried reassuring her that I was okay but nothing was going to convince her mind. She would've slapped me and would've told me to shut up but my face was covered in bandages and before she could try lecturing me for another hour and a half, the doctors kicked her out because visiting times were over. Also her hysterical crying and shrieking was getting on the other patients and staff's very last nerve.

Just like before I found Matt sleeping next to me, waiting desperately for me to wake up.

In any other scenario, I would've screamed my head off and made sure the doctors dragged him out of the room but I owed him a little bit of appreciation and kindness so I gently told him to go home and thank you for saving my life, (again).

Even though he did break my heart, he deserved a thank you . . . and I deserved peace and quiet.

"Ah, Miss Malik," Dr Carson smiled at me.

"Hey," I replied.

"What a pleasant surprise," he added as he walked over to me.

"At least you're my doctor," I mumbled. "So," my voice trailed off, "what has happened to me?"

"You don't know," he asked concerned.

I shook my head. "Not really, everything was so fast and complicated that it was all a blur."

"This can happen." He sighed, "My job is to inquire you about your medical health, not about the accident so I won't pressure you into this. The police will be on their way to do that."

"Wait, why?"

"Because Miss Malik, you were shot in the middle of the street and just after that, a car collided straight into you. Luckily Mr Burke rushed to your rescue because if you were left there, you would've died."