At the hospital, Laura was recovering from the bruise and lacerations she had sustained. Diane had told me how hurt she was and how bad it was.
I didn't feel bad for her in any way, how could I? When I remembered all she had done. Diane had told me to speak to her once or twice but I never listened to her.
Yesterday, I had gone to the hospital out of curiosity so I could literally see for myself what she was talking about. When I entered, the usual smell of antiseptic and drugs disturbed my stomach. I despised coming to the hospital and this strong dislike started from when I was little, the exact time I had lost my father.
It was just like any normal day in the clan when suddenly we heard a loud noise, we all ran inside to protect ourselves. I could remember how my father had hid me an
