(Zayn)
A sharp pain in my wrist woke me.
I stirred, feeling rough bed sheets and realized where I was.
Squinting, I looked around for Kalila, but the hospital room was empty, making my heartbeat beat so fast.
I called for a nurse.
"Yes?"
"My pants", I said, rubbing the brace on my wrist, "My phone."
She walked over to a chair and lifted my jeans, feeling around for my phone.
"Here you are", she handed it to me.
"How are you feeling?", she asked, but I sat up, my only focus was getting the house's cameras up on my screen.
I frantically tapped until I exhaled, seeing Kalila in the kitchen.
I relaxed.
Oh, God
There she is
She's eating cereal.
As always, I was calmed, just knowing where she was.
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