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.

voices of the nurses talking came.She looked back

chest, lowered her

she suddenly fell

was still very

a figure approached her, she immediately tensed up and opened her

you doing?" Awhite sheet was

you would catch a cold sitting here." Anurse

take advantage of the time you have now to sleep for a while and rest? You have to be

held the white sheet in her hand and looked at

or because the nurse was

Christina said simply that she was going to sit in this chair

not force her, then went

was cold for this long night, Christina was wrapped in a white

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

in the morning, people began to

have the habit of getting up early in the morning in the

white sheet and returned it to the nurse.She also looked around, finding no one sitting beside her, so she felt

entered Donald's ward to examine

waited nervously outside the

of the ward was pushed open again, and the bald

regained consciousness, and the cerebral hemorrhage has been controlled.It becomes normal concerning his temperature, blood pressure, and heartbeat that had been monitored last night.In the

relieved.Mrs.Dickens kept

"Thank you so much."

welled up in the corner of Betty's eyes and

say thanks to the

she craned her neck

doctor turned to Christina and said, "Miss Dickens, it will take a long time for your

much cerebral hemorrhage on his right side,

he would have trouble thinking and

is the best

wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and

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