The hastened steps of people echoed in the hospital ward. A bowl of red liquid was being transferred out from a room, and bags of blood were carried inside.
The air smelled of antiseptics and the metallic scent of blood. Inside the ward, Olivia lay unconscious on the bed as the medical professionals tried to stop her excessive bleeding.
The blade had pierced through her chest, only a few inches away from her heart.
Diana waited outside while the others took Luke to the mortuary. They refused to stay because of the blame they still had for Olivia. But Diana stayed behind—not because she had forgiven her, but because she needed to keep watch.
She watched with blank eyes as the nurses rushed in and out.
Is she going to die? She bit her lower lip. She had a strong feeling this was the beginning of the end. But she couldn't quite put her fingers around it.
She wrapped her arms around herself. Cold. She hadn't realized how cold the hallway was until now.
