Trenton Smith approached and gently stroked her head, tenderly planting a few kisses on her cheek before he hurriedly left under the guidance of the doctor.
Norris Moore leaned back in her chair, looking up at the empty space above.
In the thin smoke, she let out a soundless chuckle, a sense of helplessness brimming in her eyes.
*
Not until almost midnight was Sherry White wheeled out of the emergency room.
She had lost a lot of blood. Despite successful resuscitation, she remained unconscious. When Norris saw Sherry, still wearing an oxygen mask from the emergency room and her face seemingly drained of life, she couldn't bear to look anymore.
Trenton watched as Sherry was wheeled away, then turned his gaze to Norris' slightly pale face. He walked over and embraced her, his frown focused on her façade of exhaustion.
"Tired?" There was a hint of concern in his tone.
Norris laughed lightly, shaking her head: "I'm okay. I just didn't have dinner, so my blood sugar is a bit low."
