This was a single-person luxury hospital room.
Not to mention the thirty-six-inch LCD TV on the wall, the bed alone was unlike any other in the hospital, costing at least several hundred thousand Yen and exuding a unique dark aesthetic characteristic of Gothic style.
The room was equipped with air conditioning.
A soft blanket interwoven with black and red covered Emily, her small face flushed as she received an IV drip.
The large bed and thick blanket only accentuated her petite size.
Morimoto Chiyoda glanced at Emily lying on the bed, her expression surprised. "What happened here?"
"It's just..." Katerina began, about to explain Emily's unfortunate situation these past two days, when Emily herself barely cracked open her eyelids. Using the last bit of strength in her chest, she rasped, "Don't talk about that."
Just saying that one simple sentence exhausted her. Pain coursed through her as if her throat were lined with blades, each word a new torment in her hoarse voice.
