Emma opened her eyes again, the white light from the hospital ceiling reminding her where she was. She could feel the heaviness and pain from her bandaged fingers, but something else hurt even more—Jackson. This time, he was truly angry with her, angrier than ever before. She had been injured, hospitalized for two days, yet he still hadn't come. A deep sense of sadness and disappointment welled up inside Emma, weighing down her heart.
Jackson had always been the most important person in her life, but his absence now made her feel like the distance between them had grown too vast.
Opal, sitting beside the bed, looked at Emma with sympathy. She could see the sadness on Emma's face and tried to lighten the mood.
"Emma, don't worry too much," Opal said softly, her voice full of comfort. "Jackson not being here doesn't mean he doesn't care about you. He might just be busy with something important. I'm sure he'll come soon—it's just a matter of time."