He made his way to the stairwell, exhaled deeply and pulled out his phone to dial Sabrina's number.

His commitment for the night was here.

Could he hold Sabrina accountable for ignoring Galilea's calls?

Nope.

She was just trying to keep him away from Galilea that evening.

Her knowledge of the situation was Limited.

What about placing blame on Galilea?

Nope.

She put her trust in him at a crucial moment.

The responsibility lay with him.

He shouldered an undeniable responsibility for the situation.

The call went unanswered. A second try only led him to her switched off phone.

Tyrone's mind concluded that Sabrina was probably furious, refusing to answer his call.

After mulling over it, he sent Sabrina a text.

"Galilea has been severely injured. She rang me up for aid. Her injury is, unavoidably, my burden too. I'll be staying overnight at the hospital to look after her. We can discuss any matters tomorrow. Wait for me at home.”

After sending the text, Tyrone stayed outside for a bit, then retreated back to the ward.

Early next morning, Tyrone checked his conversation with Sabrina on his phone. Still no response.

He paced down the corridor and attempted calling Sabrina again. Her phone remained shut off.

After a moment of thought, Tyrone called Karen. "Hello, sir. How may I assist you?" she asked.

"Karen, hand the phone over to Sabrina. I need to discuss something with her."