Steffan hurried in after Racheal.

“I will not be able to live with the guilt if that boy dies.” She said, as she watched them wheel him into the emergency ward.

“This is one of the best hospitals,” Steffan said simply, giving her space.

He was watching her.

She caught her reflection on the glass door behind, and saw she looked like she had been through a tornado.

Her dress was ripped in many places and filthy. Her hair was a mangled gold mess.

She looked away. ...