The nurses and doctors were alerted by my actions, they barged in.
“Miss!”
They didn’t crowd me. The sound of their panicked voices made it seem like they were genuinely concerned.
They think I was going to jump off from here? That would be a stupid idea.
I inhaled the familiar scent of cold polluted wind, and I exhaled profoundly.
A deep sense of sadness then laden me. It was my friend’s death. If he hadn’t helped me, he wouldn’t have ended up dead. It was because of me.
I should’ve run away and left him. Now all I could do is accept this kind of reminder that I’m at fault. Before I knew it, a lone tear tickled my cheek.
The nurses let me wallow in melancholy for some time. They have thought that I was concerned over my near-death experience, that didn’t faze me anymore. I’m just s
