Alyssa was standing outside the hospital, pacing in circles and checking her phone, looking anxious and biting her nails, when Leif tapped her on the shoulder, causing her to return the tap with sad eyes.
"He hasn't called yet?" he inquires, his voice worried.
"He should've called by now," she said, sighing heavily. "I'm getting worried what if something bad happens to him? Should we call the cops?" she suggested as she gripped his shirt tightly.
"I'm sure he's fine, no need to call the cops," Leif reassured her. "Perhaps he's just really busy that's why he hasn't called yet."
"I don't know, I just have this strange feeling that something bad happened to him, and I don't like it," she said as she let go of his hand.
"Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be alright; come on, let's go back inside; your friends have just arrived," he added with a smile.
"Go ahead, I'll stay here for a bit; I need to clear my thoughts," she said, sighing hard.