"I'm already in so much… pain. If you keep nagging me like this… I think I might just… kick the bucket."
Laura Lowell's voice trembled from the pain. If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have stuffed herself.
Zachary Redgrave grabbed a tissue, leaned over, and wiped the sweat from the girl's forehead. "Alright, stop talking. Get some rest."
Laura Lowell lay on her side on the bed and gave a weak nod.
Perhaps the medicine was kicking in. Slowly, the pain in her stomach began to subside.
It was already past two in the morning. After struggling for half the night, Laura Lowell was completely drained. Exhaustion washed over her, and she drifted off to sleep.
Zachary Redgrave slumped in his chair, glancing at the IV drip from time to time, afraid he might accidentally doze off.
The door to the treatment room was suddenly pushed open from the outside. The sound of hurried footsteps shattered the silence.
