Atarah Klyte
There was a glass barrier between us and the CT scan machine where Adier was. This room is almost identical to the one in the hospital where CT scan sessions are conducted.
"He's sleeping. He tried to sleep to lessen his fear. God, I'm so proud of him," Dr. said with a cheerful tone.
I just stared at the machine, biting my lip. I smiled slightly because somehow he found a way to overcome his fear.
We heard a knock.
"Atarah, please. And tell them not to disturb," Dr. irritably said while sitting on her swivel chair, facing her computer to check the results.
"Okay," I replied through gritted teeth because I might see Rare, the hypocrite, again.
Earlier, when I saw him, I didn't say anything and just pretended not to recognize him. I quickly closed the door and didn't conf
