The girl walked back and forth in the small room.
The room was so small that the girl had to turn around after three steps and headed for the other side of the 'room'.
She kept repeating such actions.
"How long has she been repeating this?"
Across the glass window on the door, Gloria covered her mouth, turning her head to avoid continuing watching this scene.
"Several weeks. Allie's situation is getting worse, so I have to apply for this kind of room for her."
Gloria's face was still pale, because she hadn't left the hospital for long --- the knife wound had her lay in hospital for a long time.
"Why did this happen?" Gloria sobbed bitterly on Branham's shoulder.
Branham sighed and touched his arm, as if he could still feel a mild piercing pain---The doctor said the knife wound had hurt his bones, so it'd be impossible to be as dexterous as before, "I told you that you shouldn't come again."
Gloria whimpered slightly.
