He wanted to shout words of comfort to her, but feared she might not even allow him to shelter her from the rain.
In the hazy drizzle outside the bustling hospital building, beside an expensive car, a man held up his coat to shield a woman, who was crouching on the ground in utter despair, from the rain. The man's face bore as much sorrow as the woman's. Passersby only cast sympathetic glances their way, naturally assuming that someone dear to them had died at the hospital.
Hank braved the rain, arriving with professional equipment—a medical box in hand.
He cared little for the couple's rain-soaked tragedy, tossing the medical kit into the car before checking on his "patient".
"Boss, is it you or the lady? What's the situation? Please tell me so I can administer the right medicine," Hank said.
Kevin Cliff glared at him coldly, wishing he would just disappear. Suddenly, the sound of sobbing stopped.
