"Yanyan!" the nurse hollered as she entered the clinic.
The path she walked seemed like a cotton carpet in her excitement. Her thrill-glazed voice echoed into the walls, but there was no response.
"Yanyan?" she called out again, opening the door to the clinic. However, the silence was still her sole reply.
She stuck her head in and looked toward the bed where she left Yanyan, but to her confusion, he was not there. She rushed inside and went directly to the bathroom, but only the scattered toiletries greeted her eyes.
Her heartbeat started to spike, rousing a gush of fear inside her. She knew she should not leave him and that her announcement could always wait. Yanyan was her only patient at the moment, and there was nothing else that kept her busy except for some other paper works assigned to her.
