Christina sat on a metal chair in the hospital, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

In fact, she couldn't sleep.

She was now on the seventh floor of the inpatient department, which was the cardiology department, and the ward in front of her was an isolated intensive care unit.

Her father, Donald, was lying inside.She blinked her eyes and moved a little.

It was a long night and she just sat there pretending to be asleep.

She herself did not understand whether it was because she was too nervous about her father's illness, or because she knew that Patrick was also in this hospital.

It was January in winter, and it was 1 o'clock in the morning.

There was no heating in the corridor of the hospital.She tugged at her light pink coat.Her fair fingers were so cold that they turned red.Her aunt Betty was with her grandmother in the ward on the fifth floor.

At 9 p.m., Charles asked someone to buy some takeout.

Her grandmother and aunt ate some while she was not hungry.

They all knew that her father was in danger that he suffered the rupture of the blood vessels in the brain, and they were anxious, but they also understood that the only thing they could do now was to wait.

The glass windows around the hospital walls had been closed, but she still felt a rush of cold wind blowing from time to time along the white corridor, with the smell of disinfectant and blood.She really hated or was afraid of the hospital.

The more she thought about it, the more nervous she became, and her face looked a little pale.

Suddenly, she heard a shoes-stepping sound.

It was the sound of a man's leather shoes stepping on the floor, only one sound, and then it seemed to have disappeared.

She immediately turned her head and looked in the direction of her left hand, but she stared for a long time and did not see anyone passing by.

She might have misheard, but that direction made her very uncomfortable as if there was a burning line of sight over there.

The nurse station was not far from her.

talking came.She looked back and did not think

around her chest, lowered her head, and

suddenly fell

she was still very

she immediately tensed up and opened

are you doing?" Awhite sheet was handed

catch a

watch your father.It's useless for you to sit here and wait.Why don't you take advantage of the time you have now to sleep for

white sheet in her hand

it because there were too many beds in this hospital for sleep, or because the nurse was

said simply that she was going to sit in this

and did not force her, then

cold for this long night, Christina was wrapped in

felt that there was someone sitting next to her who had been

to get busy

wards, Christina used to have the habit of getting up early in the morning

sheet and returned it to the nurse.She also looked around, finding no one

few doctors entered Donald's ward to examine him,

nervously outside

the ward was pushed open again, and the bald doctor

blood pressure, and heartbeat that had been monitored last night.In the afternoon, you

everyone was relieved.Mrs.Dickens

"Thank you so much."

corner of Betty's eyes and she thanked

not say

she craned her neck and looked into the

Dickens, it will take a long time for your father to receive rehabilitation after he wakes up.I hope

right side, which

have trouble thinking and

best that he

tears from the corner of her eyes and muttered

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