It was midnight when Andrew took Vivian to the hospital. In the hallway that smelled of disinfectant, Andrew sat silently in a chair. Andrew's hands were clasped together in front of his chin. The feeling of having to wait is not pleasant at all.
Andrew remembers when Vivian was in danger. At that time, she must have been waiting for Andrew like that, waiting for him to come to save her. But what Andrew does is ignore Vivian and go ahead. Andrew never wanted to remember anything else!
"Andrew, you should change your clothes first!"
Vivian's blood dyed Andrew's white shirt red. Gemma felt this image was too painful for her eyes, so she bought Andrew a new shirt. It's not a brand Andrew wears often, but at least it's cleaner than the one he has now.
"There is no need!"
Andrew wasn't loo
