Inside the hospital, Laura was lying on her bed without moving. Even though she was barely injured, only some scrapes on her knees and arm, her sister insisted that she had to get the treatment first. The doctor obeyed her wish as they treated her with care and allowed her to stay in this room.
Right now, she was all alone. Her sister was being treated in the other room because her hand was grazed by the bullet. The wounds were not heavy, but a treatment was surely needed.
Clack!
"Excuse me, Miss," a nurse appeared while pushing a stroller. "Here are some foods for your dinner."
"Thank you."
Laura watched as the nurse put the food on the table with a wry smile. Her sister must have signed her up to stay in the hospital for the night. It was completely unnecessary, but she didn't really have the intention of going back. After all, she was worried that someone might make an attempt for her life again.
