04:46 P.M.
San Miguel's Hospital.
September 20th, the year 2018. Thursday.
Aunt Martha stifled a chuckle, complacently gazing up at the top of Hannah's head, and she agreed to the nurse. Aunt Martha shifted the topic, wondered with a raised eyebrow, "Was my niece alright? Is she sleeping for now?"
The nurse shut the door tightly and suppressed a delightful smile. "She's alright. She may be unconscious for three weeks, but she's still alive and well. We're glad that she could remember a thing or else... it could be a nuisance after the incident that happened."
Aunt Martha draped her hands over her chest and sniffled. "I'm glad to hear that news. Carmela was the only one that was part of our family. Thank you so much, ma'am."
The nurse nodded while pursing her lips, bowed down to Aunt Martha with courtesy, and she walked away. She had to do rounds after fixing Carmela's drip lines.
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