HIS phone kept on ringing. I wanted to wake him up, but he’s sleeping this long, and my legs getting numb.
But on the fourth ring, he opens his eyes and rises. “Sht! I slept long.”
He took his phone. “James? What happened?”
Trevor walks far away from me until I can’t hear what they are talking about. I didn’t recognize who’s with him or who he was talking to over the phone.
I am not even sure if I’ll start to get nervous because of their conversation. I mean, what they are talking about seems alarming to me.
A few minutes after the phone conversation, he heads back to the sofa and sits.
“What happened? I asked?” He looks worried. “Are you okay?” I look at his eyes but he kept avoiding my gaze.
“Yes. How many hours did I sleep?”
“Three, four? I’m not sure either.” I tried to move my legs, but it seems hurt.