The lights in the ER room were blinding to Evelyn’s eyes. The soft beeping of the monitor echoed faintly, piercing through her dazed consciousness, caught between physical pain and the unseen wounds in her heart.
A middle-aged female doctor with neatly tied hair and a calm demeanor stepped into the room. She held a medical file in her hand and approached the side of Evelyn’s bed.
“Evelyn?” she called softly.
Evelyn slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was weary, her breath short.
“Yes… I’m here…”
The doctor looked at her with a sympathetic expression. “I’m Dr. Lydia. I came to inform you of the results from your recent examination.”
Evelyn tried to sit up, but a sharp pain made her wince. The doctor gently held her back.
“Easy now. Try not to move too much. Your condition is still fragi
