Chapter 71: Hospital hallway

Michael's eyes fluttered open as the early morning sunlight streamed across his face. His heart jolted the moment he remembered—he should’ve been getting ready for work.

Turning his head, he spotted Idris still fast asleep, undisturbed.

Reaching for his phone on the bedside table, his stomach dropped when he saw the time—almost 8 AM. He shot up from the bed.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, scrambling to pick up his clothes strewn across the floor. He hurriedly threw them on, all while Idris remained peacefully asleep.

With his phone in hand, Michael cast a fleeting glance at Idris before heading for the door. But just as he reached it, he hesitated. His gaze shifted back to the bedside table.

A jotter and a pen rested beside Idris. Without thinking, he rushed over, snatched the pen, and scribbled his phone number onto the nearest blank page.

"Call me. If you want to."

Leaving the page open, ensuring Idris would see it, Michael dashed out of the room.

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