Jasmine*

The chaos went on and on. People ran here and there just to confirm that their relative who were patients in the hospital were in a good condition.

I retreated to the reception unit and stood by the door to watch since I didn't want to be seen by the depressed lady.

The blonde continued to wail profusely. She was wearing a flowing gown, with a hat made of raffia.

She was the most dramatic, she held on the hem of her gown and walked out of the hospital.

I followed her quietly as she ...