"Haze, you…" Joanna was helpless, so she just lay in bed again and waited for the infusion to be over.
Clara was relieved to see that Joanna was fine. She gritted her teeth and seemed to have made a decision. "Joan, you and Quinton should rest. Don't worry too much. Quinton will be fine… I've got something to deal with, so I'll go now."
Joanna frowned, sensing that something was off. Clara was usually casual and optimistic, but now it seemed like something was weighing on her mind. "Clara, is there something troubling you? Don't feel guilty because of what happened, I know you suggested the surgery with only the best intentions. Don't stress yourself out."
"No, that's not it." Clara shook her head. "It's a personal matter. Take care of yourself, and wait " She ran out of the ward before Joanna could ask any more questions.
Joanna sighed in worry as she watched Clara leave. "I know Clara, she must be blaming herself. I'm worried that she might do something stupid."
