Having said that, Owen Moreland went out to the balcony to smoke.
The man, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a cigarette, was shrouded in the dimming lights of the night. His towering figure appeared even more mysterious and profound.
The next day.
Amelia Clarke woke up feeling uncomfortable all over, the aftermath of staying up late.
Hearing voices outside, she didn't even bother to put on her shoes and ran out of the rest area. She saw that Viola Harris had already awakened. Several doctors and nurses were gathered around the hospital bed, along with two middle-aged women in nurse uniforms. Owen Moreland and Finn Wilson were already gone.
"Viola."
Amelia called out and ran over.
On the hospital bed, the girl whose eyes once sparkled with vibrancy, now looked dull and lifeless, staring blankly at the ceiling. Upon closer inspection, one could see that her beautifully shaped eyes were filled with fear.
Amelia's heart ached.
