05:17 P.M.
San Miguel's Hospital.
July 25th, the year 2018. Wednesday.
5 days since Katrina Fajardo went missing.
The intravenous poles rolled down through the floor as Xyrelle fell down on the floor, losing his balance. Marcus was watching earlier, but he swiftly picked up the pole as Xyrelle tried hard to stand up from the neat and scrubbed clean floor. He was losing it, and he knew that he had to try to walk or else he will be a burden once again. Xyrelle gritted his teeth as his head tilt back on the floor, the numbness on his injury, and Marcus was averting his eyes towards him.
Marcus furrowed his eyebrows as he looked upon his leg and he widened his eyes when he saw that it was bleeding. Marcus gasped as he muttered, "You're bleeding, Xyrelle."
