Three days ago—
David carried his mother, Gloria, to the hospital—
He didn't know how he managed it, but he remembered every word Acido told him.
He had a feeling that if he passed out, if he didn't personally carry his mom to the hospital, if he didn't watch her every minute and every second...
The future that Acido hinted at would definitely happen.
He placed his mother on the gurney of Red Shirt Mental Hospital himself—Gloria had an insurance policy here and often had bodies delivered to be dealt with.
Then he just stood there, staring blankly at the doctors.
"All right, leave the rest to us doctors, you can rest outside or go back.
However, I suggest you go home. The cheapest package doesn't include visitation services; you can wait for news at home.
You look like a student; don't you have school to attend? Don't neglect your studies. We'll take care of your mother," said the doctor before pushing the gurney towards the operating room.
Clack.
