Chapter - 98
The door to the room creaked open, and Evelina stepped inside, her footsteps barely making a sound on the sterile white floor. Rick followed closely behind her, taking in the sight of the room filled with machines monitoring various vitals, their soft beeping adding to the somber ambiance.
The room felt cold and clinical, with two nurses diligently recording readings from the machines. In the center of the room lay an elderly woman, Evelina's grandmother, connected to the machines, her eyes closed, and her chest rising and falling with each breath.
Evelina walked up to the bed, her steps hesitant, and the nurses noticed her approach. They briefly looked up from their work, acknowledging her presence with nods, and then resumed their tasks.
Evelina, her voice hushed, asked one of the nurses, "How is she doing?" Her tone was low and filled with concern.
