Melvin sat quietly in front of the emergency room, precisely on the silver waiting chair. The man bent down, placing his arms on his knees, his eyes continued to focus on the emergency room door while imagining Alexa who was bleeding quite a lot.
"Melvin, how's Alexa doing?" asked Elena from five meters away. She walked hastily to her worried son. "Aira said that Alexa was bleeding... Is that true?"
"Yes, Mom. Now being treated by a doctor," said Melvin languidly.
Elena sat beside Melvin, then touched his shoulder and looked down slightly at his gloomy face. "What exactly happened? Why is she bleeding? Did she fall... or did you two argue again until she got stressed and then bleed?" She couldn't help but ask.
"She didn't fall and we didn't fight, in fact, I just came into the room and saw her lying bleeding and passed out," Melvin explained, leaning back against the shoulder of the chair.
