Don Angelo
Carla quickly stands without any warning, and I would have been thrown off-balance if I haven't been swift.
“What!”
She burst out in a panic. I am unable to understand why she's agitated. If someone's medicines are gone, won't they just buy another one? Why the fuss? I keep my thoughts to myself and listen quietly. She seems to be a little more agitated about the situation.
“Where did all the medicines go? I already sent you so much money last time. H…how long till his next dose?” I hear Carla ask the nurse agitatedly, her voice trembling, as her face goes pale at the person's response.
“His last dose was supposed to be an hour ago. I… I was looking for it all along. But I can't seem to find it.” The nurse’s response fills the room, and I realise Carla understands what
