"Instead of staring at me, weren't you going to check on Ella?" Chester Yale said, holding her small hand in his. With a light tug, he guided her into the hospital room with him.
The large hospital room was overwhelmingly white.
Collins Aiden maintained the same posture, his hands tightly grasping Ella's, sitting by her sick bed, his eyes fixated on the still unconscious Ella.
Hearing footsteps from behind, he frowned slightly. Turning his head and seeing Chester Yale and Evelyn Sherman, his expression softened a bit.
"Mmm... "
As if hearing the footsteps as well, the previously soundly sleeping person suddenly bit out a soft groan as her fingers twitched slightly.
Her eyelids were slightly trembling...
Ella Jackson was waking up.
"Ella!" Evelyn Sherman broke away from Chester's hand as soon as she saw Ella open her eyes. She hurried up and sat by the sickbed.
"Where is this..." Having just woken up, Ella looked at the bright white space around her and frowned uncomfortably.
