The corridor outside the intensive care unit.
The smell of disinfectant stings her nostrils and makes her eyes water.
Su Nian clutches her bank card, her fingertips turning white, the veins on the back of her hand bulging like earthworms, winding their way up to her wrist. Her back presses against the wall. The cold tiles seep into her bones inch by inch. The sound of her heartbeat swells in the empty corridor, growing louder and louder until her eardrums ache.
"Miss Su..."
The nurse's voice still echoes in her ears.
Tomorrow at three in the afternoon.
Three o'clock.
