Heartbreak In The Waiting Room

Synopsis

I was in the hospital for the third hour, hooked up to an IV drip for acute gastroenteritis, when Martin Gentry finally showed up. He had the strong scent of smoke on him, and his whole presence reeked of fatigue and the chill of the outside world. "What happened to you?" He furrowed his brow, glancing at the IV drip. "When will it finish? I was in the middle of an important game with Todd and the others, and you made me drop out of the match with one phone call." My left hand, holding the needle, felt cold, and my heart was even colder. "Could you go to the front desk and top up my deposit? I didn't bring enough cash," I said weakly. "I was in a hurry and didn't bring my wallet. Don't you have money in your bank account?" he replied nonchalantly. "The money in my account was just used for the payment earlier," I muttered. He clicked his tongue in frustration, clearly annoyed. Pulling out his phone, he quickly started tapping on the screen, muttering, "Seriously, why couldn't you get sick at a different time..."