A twinge of pain came from his hand, pulling his thoughts back to the present, he saw that the saline hanging there had finished dripping, a few drops of blood being drawn back up.
Sidney Harriman pressed down on the spot where the needle had been, skillfully and naturally pulling it out, as deftly as if he had done it a hundred times before.
A few seconds after the bleeding from the needle hole stopped, he released his pressing hand and got out of the snow-white bed.
Wearing a pair of slippers, he walked around the hospital room, recalling the memories in his mind, he picked up his cellphone from the bedside table to check his bank account balance.
Bright Bank: [On 18 May '23 at 11:02 AM your account ending in 448 had a quick transfer of 11 dollars, balance is 5000.08 dollars.]
After reading the message, Sidney Harriman put his cellphone down, pulled back the curtains by the window, and let the brilliant sunlight stream in.
