He was lying on the hospital bed. Before he could see clearly who was in front of him, a finger had already gently pushed the pill to his lips. Wearing a black dress, she tilted her head and smiled, as if coaxing a child who refused to take medicine. "Someone tried to break in last night," she said while tucking him in, her tone as soft as chatting about the weather. "Nova was not very happy, so she dragged them to the corridor." There was still a small patch of red that had not been wiped clean under the door.
"They'll never come back!" She said sweetly.
