CHAPTER HUNDRED-NINETEEN

LUCA'S POV.

On getting outside, I bumped into a nurse that was carrying a tray and we both let out string of curses.

"Shit I'm sorry," I said, getting down to help her pick up her tray. "I'm so sorry."

She picked up the last piece of equipment and looked up at me. "It's fine. Why are you in such a hurry anyways? Is the hospital on fire?"

I turned down my lips. "No of course not."

"Then why did you almost knock me all the way to hell?" She asked, smirking. "And why do you look like a wounded puppy?"

"I'm just in a really shitty mood, I don't even know how to feel," I said, wondering after I'd said it, why. Why did I just tell her that?

The nurse balanced her tray and gave me a look of sympathy. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

I thought about it for a long while and decided, "no, not everything at least."

The nurse smiled. She had such kind eyes and an equally kind smile, funny enough, she kind of reminded me of Isabella so much. They had so much similarities in their facial