Olivia's POV:
After Mark left the hospital room, I was able to fall asleep. I dreamt I was in a paradise and, surprisingly, I had a family — a happy family I lived with.
I longed to see my parents, but when I awoke I was alone in the room.
The door creaked open and a young female nurse walked in.
"Good morning," I greeted her; it was just dawn, just after 6 a.m.
"Morning. How was your night?" she asked with a warm smile as she moved up to my bed.
"My night was fine. What do you want?" I asked, noticing her eyes twinkling as if she had something to ask.
"Actually, it's about Mark George," she said, and my heart skipped a beat, thinking maybe something had happened to him.
"What about Mark?" I asked nervously, my heart throbbing faster.
"Did anything happen to him? He was here last
