DENNER THOMPSON
I enter the room where Briana is sitting on the bed and a nurse is talking to her.
As soon as she sees me, the smile on her lips while talking to the nurse fades, and she frowns.
Of course, the nurse notices the tension in the air.
"I hope you get well, Miss. Just be more careful, you have severe injury marks and can't afford to fall, remember the medical guidelines."
"Thank you, I'll be more careful." Her look directed at me is one of complete sadness.
She thanks her, and soon after, the woman leaves, leaving us alone.
"How are you feeling?"
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as if trying to control herself in front of me.
"Fine."
"Alexander said you can go home, he's already signed your release, there's no need to stay hospitalized."
"I know," she says
