Meanwhile, at the hospital where Lilian had been taken to;
She was lying on the examination bed, staring up at the white ceiling as her thought wandered, wondering what was happening to her.
Her chest still felt tight- although not with pain anymore, but with a lingering unease that wouldn't go away.
A nervous energy thrummed beneath her skin, making her fingers twitch and her heart race.
"What is wrong with me?" She was confused and frightened at the same time.
This feeling was foreign and it didn't feel like hers at all. She was certain it wasn't. But she didn't understand why.
Patricia stood near the door, her arms crossed, watching Lilian with barely concealed suspicion.
The doctor- a middle-aged man with a kind, sympathetic eyes stood beside the bed, reviewing the test results on his tablet.
He frowned, his brow furrowing deeper with each passing second as he checked the results. Finally, he looked up at Lilian;
