Yulia's POV
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A nurse entered the ward, moving straight to the IV stand to turn the tiny valve that controlled the drip, carefully pulling the cannula from the back of my palm. She pressed a cotton wool over the spot after that, slipping her hands into the pockets of her uniform.
"You seem to be doing much better already, Ms." Her tone was light, and casually friendly.
"You really think so?" I let out a quiet sigh, my eyes fixed on her without even the slightest blink.
"I don't think so, I know so, because it's quite obvious. And following the doctor's instructions, you should be discharged. A young man already took care of your bills, so you have absolutely nothing to worry about." She said.
A young man? Gabriel, of course. Who says I can't take care of my own bills by the way
