WRONG TIMING

ELLIOT'S POV

I got home tired and in sharp pain. I managed to step down from my car, slowly with all the remaining strength in me, I went inside.

"Cardy! Cardy!" I shouted, but no response. I know she might be angry at me and won't respond, but I am in a critical condition that needs care.

I fell onto the couch, grumbling in pain and expecting Cardy to come out and hear my complaint, but I didn't see any sign of her.

Struggling and dying in pain, I couldn't wait for her any more. Struggled to the kitchen and took a glass of water, as I was about to pour the water, a question crossed my mind; "What if Cardy did not come back home?" The glass fell off my hand and shattered on the floor.

I managed to get to her room and found that no one was there. The room looks scattered, unlike her, she doesn't like anything dirt or keeping things abnormally.

"OMG I'm doomed!" I shouted as I opened her wardrobe and found nothing inside. The pain in my body went away immediately. It felt like som