In the corridor of the hospital, the light came in through the high windows on the wall. The smell of disinfectant filled the air.
It was the smell I hated.
I sat on the bench at the door of the emergency room. My eyes gradually were filled with tears. I did not want them to find that I was crying. Thus I silently lowered my head and didn't say anythong.
I did not know how long it passed. Then my hands were stuffed into a bottle of milk, which was still warm. I felt less cold.
"I don't know when the operation will end. Take some milk first."
I was startled. I raised my head and the tears on my face were exposed in front of him.
Q seemed startled by what he saw. As I rarely showed my vulnerability to him.
"Is he going to die?"
"Tima, you..." Q murmured and whispered my name.
"Will
