Begging for chance

Wesley groans as he sat up from the single bed. He was in hospital cloth. He stared over at the clock. It was evening.

He looked over at the clock, it was evening.

He exhaled and took the water on the table and took a gulp of it and then dropped it back on the table.

“You are awake?” The voice said and came into the room. She slide the door shut and walked to the bed with the basket of fruit she dropped them at the table and took a seat beside the bag.

“You suddenly slumped in the living when you came back from work. And then I had to call the ambulance and they came to get you. You need unconscious ever since.” She told him since he might want to know how he ended up here.

“How long has it been?” He stared at Vero.

“Over a week.” She sighed, she had been worried something might have happened to him.

“What happened at the court?”

That was what he was he was worried about, wasn’t he worried that he had to take care of himself more than anything?

He should have taken care of his