Alaric Nevan Baronova
The hospital corridor was cold. White fluorescent lights mercilessly revealed even the cracks in the ceiling. The young girl was sitting on a plastic chair, clasping her hands together. His fingers were shaking. The sounds of devices coming from his mother's room pierced the silence of the corridor. The sentence that the doctor had said a few minutes earlier still echoed in his ears: "The surgery should be done immediately... But we cannot start preparations without paying the fee. " The girl lowered her head. His eyes were red, but he couldn't even cry anymore. He had been in the hospital for days. Lack of sleep had left dark circles under his eyes. His father had left years ago. His relatives had already turned their backs. Just then, the sound of shoes was heard at the end of the corridor. A young man in a black suit came towards her with heavy steps. Everyone knew that he was the owner of the hospital. He was too young for such a big place; He looked no more than twenty-six years old. He had a cold but confident vibe. The girl didn't even look up.
About Alaric Nevan Baronova
The hospital corridor was cold. White fluorescent lights mercilessly revealed even the cracks in the ceiling. The young girl was sitting on a plastic chair, clasping her hands together. His fingers were shaking. The sounds of devices coming from his mother's room pierced the silence of the corridor. The sentence that the doctor had said a few mi...Read more