Elena awoke in the hospital once more.
Her condition was worse than before—extensive bruising, a minor concussion, and the reopened wrist scar that required fresh stitches.
Two young nurses, seeing her eyes closed, mistook her for asleep and began whispering.
"These injuries are horrific. What kind of hatred could make someone do this?"
"Poor thing. In two days of hospitalization, not a single family member has visited—just medical staff."
"Not like that patient upstairs. Just a tiny glass cut on her arm, yet her parents nearly fainted from worry. Her hot boyfriend hasn't left her side, attending to her every need like she's made of glass."
One nurse murmured, "We're all human. How can the gap be this enormous?"
Elena listened in silence.
Yes, the disparity had always been this vas
