Chapter Eighteen

Dante tossed left and right. He trailed his hand up and down the bed to turn off the device disturbing his sleep. His frustration grew as he couldn't get hold of it. In annoyance, he sat up. He turned sideways to his ringing phone, which was on the stool beside the bed. He picked up the phone aggressively, ready to curse out the person calling. He got more agitated when he saw it was an unknown number.

"What?" He demanded in anger.

"Seesh, did someone offend you in your dream?"

"Keane?"

"Morning."

Dante sighed, rubbing his eyes. "You know I almost cussed you out right? You disturbed my sleep. It's just..." He brought his phone down to check the time. "It's just 6.45 in the morning."

"Don't doctors wake up earlier than that?"

"What do you want?" Dante demanded impatiently. He really wants to go back to sleep.

"I called to check how you are doing."

"Since when did you start caring about how I'm doing?"

"Ugh! One can't be nice to you. Anyway, I have a question. Why did you tel