I know I’m not overthinking this, but my boyfriend was sick over the weekend, and I went to take care of him. I went to the market to get a few things to prepare, and on my way back, I got into an accident. I was tense and all, so the driver took me to a nearby clinic to dress my wound. I was screaming and in so much pain, and the driver asked for my contact in order to check up on me later. I gave it to him and found my way home. Upon getting home, my boyfriend saw the bruises and all (mind you, I called him all through the incident, but he was on DND and asleep due to his health).
He was worried and furious but nothing could be done. Then, he asked if the driver had asked for my contact, and I said yes, he did, and I gave it to him. This man kept mute and refused to talk to me again, and when he does, he keeps asking if the person I gave my contact to has called already. Like, bruh, I’m in pain! Is that supposed to be a worry? Omo, the thing pain me chai.
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