They arrived at the hospital.
VIP ward.
Just as they reached the door, Amelia Clarke heard the coquettish voice of Mrs. Cole inside, "Honey, my hand hurts so much, it's really uncomfortable..."
Peter Cole's voice was filled with both distress and admonishment, "Hurts? You're afraid of pain? You seemed quite brave saving Mrs. Moreland, not at all like someone afraid of pain."
Mrs. Cole had a face about to cry, "I just forgot in the heat of the moment! It hurts so bad, and you're still scolding me! Do you not love me anymore? You don't love me! Sob sob..."
Peter Cole was in a fluster trying to console her, "Why are you crying again? Please, stop crying. I only scolded you because I'm worried about you. Saving lives is good, but you have to pay attention to protect yourself, right? Alright, no more tears, you're not pretty when you cry..."
Amelia Clarke at the door: "..."
She wasn't even sure if she should knock and enter.
