This building has no other color than white. I have always considered this color calming, but not this time. Everywhere that I turned my head, I could see the same expression that I have in every individual's face—they were in fear, desperate, and hopeful. This took me back to when I was the one lying on the hospital bed because of my recklessness; this must be how Felix had felt. My hands slapped my face. I could not stop myself from sobbing loudly. I had been waiting for an hour, and yet nobody from the emergency room has come out. They were still operating on him; however, I had no idea how critical Felix's condition was, as they had to get into it the moment he was brought in. One doctor told me that he could die if I did not let them do what they had to. I had also called his family and asked them to come, and I think that they're all trying to contact me, but my phone was broken. I only used a public telephone.