Now the clock has shown noon, an old woman with her short high heels echoed a little in the hospital hallway.
Her face was pale and could not be defined as being in good condition.
Her eyes look sorrowful, and her curls looked messy.
With big steps, the woman immediately entered one of the inpatient rooms that had been previously notified.
(Sound the door opened)
"Cla—"
The old woman closed her mouth, did not dare to continue her words for fear of disturbing her granddaughter and her granddaughter's lover, who seemed to be hit with an IV tube in his right hand and a slightly open hospital gown showing a sizable burn on his back.
'Oh No ... what the hell happened? Why did they turn out like this?' monologue Mrs. Cleint in her mind, watching the same two of them closed their eyes.
If Clara is still in an unfamiliar state, Mr. K fell asleep with his head buried in Clara's bed.
