Click-clacking down the not-so-bleachy tile with ragged breathing, her footsteps echoed sharply around the arable square, sounding overly loud in her ears, like the booming heartbeat of a condemned prisoner.
As the clattering noise of her footsteps came to a halt, she tried to catch her breath but then again rushed on her foot. At the sight of a doctor nearby Diego's room, Gloria rushed toward the doctor, not noticing a nurse walking in her direction. With the rush that she had, she clashed right with the nurse. The syringe tray in the nurse's hand flew in the air, splattering the syringes here and there.
"What the hell? Are you blind? Watch where you're going!" Yelled the Nurse.
"I'm really sorry. Apologize me, but I'm in a hurry." She bowed before she tried to dash toward the doctor.
"You... Woman! How dare you?!" Gritting her teeth, the nurse pulled her by the wrist harshly. "Do you think all these would do with just a sorry?" She questioned.
