"From the look on your face, I'm right to conclude that the boy survived," Ruth Nickerson said as soon as Natalie joined her on the bench. Both women were seated in the hospital's garden at that ungodly hour.
"He barely survived. It was all based on his luck." Natalie said with a sigh, throwing her head back and staring at the sky void of stars. It seems even the heavens were not happy tonight.
Natalie was tired and should have retired for the night but she could not say no to an old friend. Although the both of them had merely been acquaintances and not besties at that time they worked together at the hospital.
