On the bed of the hospital sprawled Luna's fragile body with IV stuck on her wrist; she just got in an accident, rolling down from the stairs and that staircase tragedy sent her to the hospital where she was getting medical treatment now and it had been three days she was here.
The bandage wrapped around her hands as she remembered using her hands to protect her head when rolling down from the stairs.
This ward, besides the bed and the medical equipment, had nothing to behold by Luna's bare eyes; after being trapped in the darkness, she could see the light again yet no one was staying in the room but her alone.
Pain gnawed her bandaged hands when she made an effort to lift them; her face winced at her painful hands. Even on her umpteenth attempt, her struggle only ended up failure.
