New York Presbyterian Columbia and Cornell University Hospital.
Leonardo sat in the stark white lobby of the mental illness center, staring blankly at the entrance, like a person in darkness longing for the light to come.
That bastard Martin promised to call every two days, but it ended up being only once a week.
Leonardo rubbed his face, trying to muster a bit more energy.
In terms of his job, he was very dedicated, even spending several nights in the wards to adapt to Scorsese's requirements for filming "Shutter Island".
Although it wasn't the intensive care unit, the various sounds at night were quite stimulating.
Just then, the door opened and a few people walked in, among whom Leonardo spotted Martin.
Leonardo stood up excitedly, his face flushed and his eyes reddened, with his legs trembling slightly.
The bastard even knew to come!
He strode over to Martin, full of complaints, "Why have you just come now! Do you know what I've been through this week?"
