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Tracy's POV

"Uh, hi," I said softly, hoping to sound as calm as possible.

"You promised to call me," he probed, my head conjuring up his image. His voice seemed to mask my senses; I am sure he was putting on one of his signature smirks.

_moon goddess, how could someone be dangerously handsome?_

_Beep beep, the machine sounded beside me, reminding me of my current situation. Kian is still in the hospital._

A deep pang of guilt hit me as I became conscious of my thoughts and surroundings. _'How could I be worried about my feelings now? Knowing fully well that my son is in a critical condition._

"Fuck," I cursed, slapping my palm on my face.

"Are you still there?" Kia's voice rang from the other side.

_'shit! I am still on a call with him, '_ I cursed Inwardly.

"Um, yeah, I am," I nodded as though he were here to see me, "What were you saying?"

"Wait," he paused, "are you in a hospital?" His question took me by surprise. I forgot that his hearing senses are second to none.