Evans lowered the wheelchair in front of the car door. He opened the car door and lowered Andrea.
"Ow," moaned Andrea.
"Did you sick?" asked Evans.
"Yes, I guess," Andrea said quietly.
"Sorry," said Evans.
"Why did you take me to your house. Not to DC?"
Andrea asked quietly, holding back the pain in her stomach.
"You'll be treated here until you get better," Evans said
"Isn't there a medical room in DC too? I think it's good there," said Andrea.
Evans pushed the wheelchair into the glass room on a hidden platform in the same place where Evans was being treated.
"Why are you here?" Andrea asked.
"Please shut up, Andrea," Evans said.
Andrea didn't ask again. Since the hospital, Evans didn't smile or joke like he used to with Andrea.
Evans put Andrea into his glass room, lifted himself up, and lay on the bed.
Andrea looked at him quietly. Andrea looks confused by Evans' expression, which looks sad.
