"Cla ...- ra," whispered a young man still with the help of an exhalation tube in his nose.
Hendrick, who had been sitting on the sofa, immediately got up and stepped his feet quickly when he heard the faint sound.
He was very sure this time that Mr. K will wake up.
"K ...," whispered Hendrick approaching Mr. K's bed.
Mr. K opens his eyes slowly.
"Oh K, you finally wake up," said Hendrick with joy.
Mr. K did not answer but stared at Hendrick's eyes closed as if his brain was digesting who was someone in front of him.
"Where is Clara? I want to see her," whispered Mr. K struggled.
Hendrick, who heard Mr. K, just remained silent. He didn't know what to say to him.
If he was telling the truth that Clara had not awakened since fainting at that time because of the patient's condition, who also didn't want to wake her up, would Mr. K Will be alright to hear the news of that?
Only then did Hendrick think about this.
