Wendy sat on the bed, all curled up. She buried her head on her knees.
In the darkness surrounding her, she could not hold back her tears anymore. She bit her lips hard so as not to make any sounds. No matter how much she tried to fight back, her tears did not stop flowing. Her patient gown was wet on the knees.
Michael had been peeping in between the door crack. He was worried sick. He looked anxiously at Wendy. He wanted to go back into the ward to be by her side, but he held back after her hysterical behavior earlier, forcing him to leave.
Mr. York stood behind Michael. He raised his hand, wanting to give a pat on his shoulder, but his hand stopped mid-air and he let out a quiet sigh.
Time passed. Wendy had been alone in the ward for over an hour. She had not moved at all from her curled-up position.
