After Samuel Johnson left, Amanda Smith finally relaxed a little.
The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, which she slightly despised; she frowned and lay on her back in the hospital bed.
She didn't know how to face that person anymore.
When that person was in the room, she felt suffocated, eager to get away from him quickly.
How did it all come to this...
Each step back she took did not earn her sympathy, but instead led to even more excessive reprimands. She had no room left to retreat, yet that person still wanted her to surrender her last fortress.
Not even providing her a place to stay.
How heartless he must be to do such a cruel thing.
She felt cold, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket and curling up. Her whole body was in agony; even as she passed out last night, she thought she wouldn't wake up again.
