Outside the hospital room, Eva Miller hesitated for a long time before mustering the courage to walk towards it.
On the bed, Luke Land was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, lying quietly with his eyes closed, his face devoid of any color, resembling a... person without a pulse.
A needle was inserted into his hand, and his left leg was encased in a white plaster cast.
"Luke Land..." Eva Miller whispered softly as she approached the bedside, then crouched by the bed, calling his name.
"Luke Land, please don't stay silent, okay? Last night, I know I was wrong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She apologized to him over and over again, but unfortunately, he couldn't hear her.
"Sophie Smith, has he not woken up at all?" Eva Miller's eyes were filled with complex emotions—guilt and worry surged forth.
Sophie Smith just nodded, "The doctors say that my brother's injuries are very severe, and when he'll wake up is still uncertain."
