"Mom, it hurts..." Byanca moaned again, the sweat was pouring down her forehead, even her tears were obediently flowing and wetting her smooth cheeks.
"Patient, dear. Hold on," said Mrs. Seira, holding the woman's hand, stroking the back of her hand in a very slow and gentle motion, trying to strengthen her future daughter-in-law.
"The hospital is close," she added, one hand stroking the woman's hair.
Byanca did not respond, the woman closed her eyes in extreme pain.
While on the other hand, Devan just sat there not knowing what to do, his current appearance looked like he was in a daze. He never expected that Byanca would end up like this.
A few minutes passed, and the ambulance finally turned and entered a hospital yard that was not too wide. Soon several nurses greeted their arrival.
