Luella’s POV
“How do you feel?”
“Feel light-headed?”
“Can you talk, Miss Ella?”
I was quickly bombarded with those questions by a strange-looking man in a white robe. He rushed into the room that I was in after a woman called those people. The woman is still beside me, crying as she held onto my hands. I don’t know who this person is, and yet, I feel like my heart is being crushed seeing her like that.
Her hands are wrinkly because of her old age, it’s cold and shaking. I felt a pang on my chest and did what I think is right, and what I think would comfort her. I tightened my grip on her hands, and when I did that, her eyes slightly widened, like she did not expect for me to do that. The next thing she does is cry again.
Did I do it wrong?
I bit my lower lip and gulped. I look
