"Don't overthink it; let your brain rest," the doctor said, prescribing some medicine with a simple instruction.
The nurse handed Amelia Shaw the prescribed medicine and led her out. Amelia Shaw took the medicine but didn't hurry to leave. Her pace gradually slowed, a detail the nurse walking ahead failed to notice. Amelia Shaw watched the nurse, and seizing an opportunity, she slipped into a room in the lounge area.
Inside, Sophie Sullivan couldn't sleep. She lay staring at the ceiling, wondering how she would endure the next two weeks with her head bandaged up like a pig's.
A faint sound broke the silence as the room door was pushed open. Who could be coming in at this hour? Sophie wondered.
When her gaze fell upon Amelia Shaw's deathly pale, ghost-like face, Sophie Sullivan tensed up, staring at her guardedly. "How did you get in?"
Amelia Shaw stared blankly at Sophie Sullivan, her eyes swirling with a multitude of emotions.
