Three days had passed, and Kalina still hadn't laid eyes on Dominique.
"Still nothing from him?" She asked Nikolas, her voice heavy with exhaustion and worry as he gently helped her into the wheelchair, preparing to wheel her out of the hospital. Her eyes searched his face, hoping for some sign that everything would be okay.
Nikolas sighed, his brow furrowed in concern. "Not yet, Lina," he replied, his tone soft but filled with a quiet sadness. He avoided her gaze for a moment, clearly pained by the situation. "But don't worry, he's fine."
Kalina bit her lip, her heart clenching. "How mad was he when he came? You know, when I was still unconscious?" Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the anxiety she was trying to keep at bay. She stared at Nikolas, her eyes wide and pleading for reassurance.