East Serenity Residence —
The air of ominous calmness hasn't dissipated yet.
Brenda has remained attached to the drip throughout the night, and even later, a nurse had dropped by to change it. She wasn't unconscious, but the pain —deep, unrelenting, and consuming —had made it nearly impossible for her to open her eyes.
So, weakly, she remained in bed, her breaths shallow, her frame frail beneath the blanket. Every now and then, her fingers would twitch slightly, trying to hold back the strength she felt losing every passing second, but failing desperately to do so.
She was fending for herself in that half-conscious state when a distant voice pierced the stillness.
"Why?"
Her brows furrowed faintly at that.
The voice felt familiar to her, but the heavy sedatives coursing through her body blurred her senses, making her unable to recognize him.
