I was enraged. I would have choked him to death the second he said his statement. If he had known for even a day, what had taken him long enough to speak up?
I pushed him over, letting him fall to the floor. I didn't even care if it hurt him in the slightest. I removed the drip system forcefully from my hand, not caring if I would be on a low glucose level sooner or later.
I strode away and pushed back the curtains on my right. The bed was empty and the sheets were crumpled. That would only mean Lucas had left as soon as he could.
My temper was more on the edge at him having left without a word. It was only then that I noticed a little paper near the side table. However, it contained nothing except scribbles. I crushed it in my hand and moved to the next ward.
I threw back the curtains, nearly knocking them off their hooks. There lied the lifeless woman, whose bare arms now unveiled new red scars and bruises. The old ones looked like tanned parts.
