The same night!
"Go with her Vivi," my mother addressed me like I was still a 4 year old, afraid of going to the doctor. And to be honest, I was afraid of whatever Mrs. Woods was up to. After I have heard their chopped-up conversation, I felt like they were planning to either steal my kidney or remove some big disease from my body.
I reluctantly followed Mrs. Woods to the same hallway where she was pleading with her husband to help me just a few minutes ago.
"It's a bit chilly here even though when the heaters are on," she was walking ahead of me but from the movement of her elbows, I could tell that she was rubbing her hands together like before in nervousness.
I watched her stopping in front of a room with a wooden door but then stepped ahead to reach for another door. She brought a
