Finley called Oliver, his voice a mix of pain and regret. "Oliver, man, your girlfriend's got a mean punch. My back is killing me."
Oliver couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, isn't that the price you pay for being a player?"
Finley was silent for a moment before bursting out, "Oliver, seriously? Are you even on my side?"
"I'm a man, Finley, not a player."
Finley was taken aback. "Really, Oliver?!"
It seemed like Oliver was rubbing it in on purpose. "Man, are we still bros? How can you say that to me? Livia and I just weren’t a good match. I’ve already ended things."
"Breaking up doesn’t erase the hurt you caused, Finley. Hope you don’t regret it."
With that, Oliver hung up, leaving Finley to stew in his thoughts. Oliver then resumed his wait in the hospital corridor, waiting for Josefina's return.
Finally, Josefina arrived, carrying a bag of clothes. Seeing her, Oliver's face lit up with a smile. He stood up and walked towards her. "Josie, I got a nurse to stay with her. She was about to head home, but I convinced her to stay an extra hour with some extra cash. She agreed."
Thanks to Oliver’s persuasion, the nurse seemed pretty content with the arrangement. "Oliver, thank you so much."
"Come on, Josie. No need to thank me."
After Josefina went in, the nurse clocked out for the day. Inside, Josefina had brought Livia some clothes and even managed to grab some chicken soup for her.

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