LEON'S POV
This morning the clock struck 8:00 am. I was still sitting in the wheelchair, warming my body with the morning sunlight that is very good for the bone healing process with mixed feelings, in the back garden of the hospital.
A male nurse drove me here.
It had been 10 days since the frightening incident at Clara's a*******n site in the forest near a steep ravine.
"Clara, how are you?" I asked quietly.
At the moment, the pain all over my body, especially in my waist and my broken hand, is still painful, although not as painful as before. But that didn't bother me at all. It was Clara who was clearly disturbing my mind.
Ever since I woke up and found out that I was being treated abroad, I always felt like something was missing. I was really upset with my dad, because he took
