"Leigh!" her parted lips muttered as she walked into the room. The windows were closed and covered with white sophisticated curtains. Beside the hospital bed was a flower pot filled with yellow chamomile.
Lily steps were slower, anxiously staring her sister while taking each step, she stood next to the bed and her arm stretched gradually as she pitied her unconscious pale sister.
Her hesitant fingers cautiously moved the lock of hair from Leigh's forehead as she measured her temperature.
Worried eyes and a pouted lip, she had many thoughts going on her head, most of them making her feel guilty.
As soon as a nurse entered, she quickly moved her gaze and sifted it on her, "What's wrong with her? Why is she having such high fever? She will be alright, right?"
