When Ivana woke up, the hospital's bright fluorescent lights stung her eyes. Her hands and feet were wrapped in thick bandages and a sharp pain came from her right foot.
The nurse saw her awake and went to call the doctor, "Ivana Millian, twenty-seven years old, she's lucky to be alive. She was in a freezer for over an hour. Her right foot is frostbitten, the pinky toe necrotic and amputated. The rest is saved, but you need to recover. You'll have to stay in the hospital for observation for two months."
"Miss Millian, hello, I'm the nurse here. Your boyfriend has paid for three days of fees." Said a woman.
Ivana looked at her hand, "My boyfriend was here?"
"Yes, the one who sent you over, looked like a firefighter. He paid for all the expenses," the nurse said again.
Ivana said, "My boyfriend isn't a firefighter."
She asked the nurse to turn on her phone for her, but there were no calls or texts at all. However, on her WhatsApp status there was a nine-photo collage of Ernest and Sydney eating together. The caption read: [You're still the boy who loves desserts from back then.]
Ivana closed her eyes, the heartache unbearable. Five years of feelings were no match for the favorite woman.