Ann Nolan left Zaiden Santos at the hospital without a twinge of guilt.
After returning home, she straightened up the messy bedding and covered it with a quilt.
She had already been exhausted from the evening banquet, but now she felt even more drained, as if all her strength had seeped out, too tired to lift her hands.
It was only when she turned on her phone that she found many messages from Jasmine Yale.
Did this girl seem bored?
By rights, shouldn't she have been in class today?
Ann was too sleepy to reply to Jasmine, and fell asleep as soon as her eyes shut.
With the lights off, the seductive night colors and endless tranquility were all that remained.
The sky was inky, and the night air was cool as water.
Hospital.
It was past three in the morning when Zaiden realised Ann was gone, during the deepest part of the night.
"Ann! Ann!" He yelled frantically in the empty infusion room, "Nolan!"
