Mechelle's POV
I had been in the hospital for half a month, and I was starting to lose patience. Every day, I breathed in the smell of disinfectant, and everything around me was stark white. Today, the weather was nice, so I asked Fiona to wheel me downstairs to get some sunlight. However, Dr. Sheldon told me that my leg couldn't move yet, or it would affect the healing of the bones. Hearing that, I immediately refrained from moving or complaining about needing sunlight.
I sighed in resignation and picked up a book from the bedside table. I glanced at the cover: *Wuthering Heights*. I wrinkled my nose and randomly opened to a page to read.
"If you also exist in this world, then this world, regardless of what, is meaningful to me. But if you do not, regardless of this world as how it well, even in my eyes is only a wilderness. But I likely am a fox soul wild ghost."
