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Chapter 43- Hospital Day

*Sierra/ Azra's P.O.V*

I landed safely at the airport of Boston and started my check-in. All through the journey, I cant stop thinking about the way Seth looked at me and dissappeared.

That strange feeling inside my stomach. And the fact that Wrestlemania is next week and Im being a secret agent here.

I hired a taxi and showed him the hotel I was going to stay. And we accelerated forward.

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I got the keys to my room and found it. I went inside and threw my bag in a corner and fell back on the bed. I dont know if I was tired physically or mentally.

I jolted up when I realized that I haven't switched ON my phone. God knows how many calls I have missed.

4 missed calls from Joe

5 missed calls from Afra

3 missed calls from Brie

4 missed calls from Nikki

1 missed call from Adam

6 new messages from Joe

5 new messages from Afra

2 new messages from Brie

Damn..why are these people acting like I ran away or something like that?
So no calls or messages from Seth...
What am I even thinking?!

And just one missed call from Adam...

I opened their messages one by one and smiled at the texts..They were all wondering if I landed safely or not.

I chuckled and typed a quick reply to every one of them even to Adam. I placed the phone on my drawyer beside my bed and fell back on the bed.

Tiredness finally getting to me. Once my head hit the pillow, darknsss followed me. And I had one thing in my mind....

Gotta big day tomorrow....

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(Next Morning)

I was sitting on the bed with the abortion report sprawled out infront of me. Yes I woke up wayyyyy earlier and got ready to hit the day.

I wanted the name of the hospital and saw that this report was taken from 'St. Harts Hospital', and the name of the doctor is, 'Mrs. Julian Heinsworth'.

Heinsworth huh?

I threw the report inside my purse and grabbed my phone before running outside the room.

I was looking for a cab and just like they read my mind, a cab haulted infront of me and an old guy poked his head out, "Lookin for a cab Ma'am?", he asked and I stared at him surprised.

He even had this cab-driver-ish look so it made me grow no doubts.

So in Boston, cab drivers read minds huh?

I chuckled and told him where I was headed to, for which I heard him mutter something like, 'I know', under his breath. Or maybe he muttered something else and I just shrugged it off and waited until I reach my spot.

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"We're here ma'am", I heard him calling to me and I looked out to see a huge board with a "St. Harts Hospital" designed on it.

What kinda put me off was the fact that this hospital looked least famous. You see those old less facilitized hospitals? Yea, something like that.

But whatever, I asked the cab driver to wait until I come back for which he muttered an, 'obviously duhh...', making me roll my eyes.