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.

the nurses talking came.She

folded her arms around her chest, lowered her head, and closed her eyes

suddenly fell

she was still very

a figure approached her, she immediately tensed up and opened

are you doing?" Awhite sheet was

catch a cold sitting

you take advantage of the time you have now to sleep for a while and rest? You have to be busy during the day.There are some beds on our

in her hand and looked at the nurse

sleep, or because the nurse was too considerate, or because of something

that she was going to sit in this chair

did not force her, then went back to

this long night, Christina was wrapped in a white sheet, half

that there was someone sitting next to her who

to get busy one after another in the

have the habit of getting up early

she woke up, she was in a good state of mind.She folded the white sheet and returned it to the nurse.She also looked around, finding no one sitting beside her, so she felt she might be

entered Donald's ward to examine him, Betty and Christina's grandmother

waited nervously outside the

ward was pushed open again, and the

had been monitored last night.In

everyone was relieved.Mrs.Dickens kept thanking the

"Thank you so much."

up in the corner of Betty's eyes and she thanked

did not say thanks to

she craned her neck and looked

will take a long time for your

his right side, which

uncertain whether he would have trouble thinking

the best that

tears from the corner of

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