Gina had been awake since sunrise, but her mind was overthinking everything. There was a sense of guilt behind the joy of being around her favorite artist. On the other hand, the more secrets and lies she accumulated time by time. Gina had no idea how she was going to tell her mother later.
"Good morning, Gina," Modesty said.
Gina leaned to the left, looking at her sister who was resting next to her.
"Morning. How are you feeling today?" Gina asked.
"I'm feeling a little dizzy."
"See. I told you to take some rests, yet you moved a lot yesterday."
Gina sat up briefly before rubbing Modesty's head. Although it felt warm, it was at normal human body temperature.
"Don't worry though. The nurse will come again today, right? She will take care of me."
Meanwhile they were talking about the nurse, she actually had just entered the room and immediately check Modesty's condition up and she recorded it in her report.
