Clara hesitated to enter. She felt traumatized having to face a situation like this again.

“Dad…” Clara’s hands began to tremble.

“He wants to see you.” Martin tried to strengthen Clara. “It’s okay, Clara.”

Clara stared at the door of the emergency room. She took a deep breath. She must not be a coward. Slowly, Clara stepped into the emergency room. She did not find Geralt until the third cubicle. Geralt was sitting while leaning on the pillow behind his back. His face was ...