“Why won’t you listen to me, Sierra?” Alistair’s loud voice boomed through the closed door. “Why do you insist on suffering when there is an easy way out?”
A deep sigh left my lips, and I ran my fingers through my hair. It had been a week since Sierra got admitted. Her condition had been worsening with each passing day. You can say that she had to battle for her life every day.
Preparing myself for what was to come, I walked inside the private ward with a smile on my face. Sierra was lying on the bed, pale and motionless. Her lips were chapped and her eyes sunken. It was really a struggle to keep my smile plastered, seeing her condition.
“Sierra, you are here.” Alistair said, turning his attention to me. “Why don’t you talk some sense into her? If she continues like this, she will en
