The little girl was solely focused on visiting Simon, forgetting her fear of the dark. On her tiptoes, she pushed open the hospital room's door and slipped through the gap.
The quiet hospital room was all white.
The light was white too.
In her ears, there was only the ticking sound of the instrument.
Simon had just undergone emergency treatment and was still sleeping soundly.
His handsome face, due to the lack of blood color, looked pale, as if he wasn't breathing as he lay there quietly.
Isla was startled as soon as she approached the sickbed.
She widened her eyes, looking at the motionless Simon. She blinked twice, about to cry...
"Who?"
A voice suddenly came to her ears.
The doctor quickly noticed someone entering the hospital room and walked out of the duty room.
"Lady, how are you here alone? Where is your nanny?" The doctor panicked upon seeing the small figure of Isla.
He anxiously looked behind her but didn't see the person who usually took care of her.
