Chapter 88

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Billie: When I went in, I saw a slightly older woman with curly black hair sitting at the reception.She was just about to sign up some forms. "Good morning!! Can you tell me where Charlie Sheppard's room is?" The woman looked up in a friendly manner and nodded. "Are you a relative?" "Oh eh... no... a familiar friend of the family," I said hesitantly.She nodded briefly and looked through her files. "Room 302 on the 3rd floor." "Thank You, ma'am!!" Nervously I went up the stairs and thought the whole time to myself *How can I find the right words?* As I was walking down the hall, some people came towards me.But so far, nobody I knew.The room was right in front, close to the stairs, so I found it quickly.My hands were shaking when I stood in front of his room. I took another deep breath and knocked... nobody did answer. I knocked again, but still no one answered. I went in cautiously. The room was quite large with an en suite bathroom and a small balcony. When I entered, I didn't see anyone at first. I only heard the noises from all the hospital devices. In the corner, there was a chair with a handbag and a black jacket. According to the style, I would say that these belonged to Adie. Directly past the bathroom was the bed with Charlie... He was lying there and was attached to a device. He seemed to be asleep, so I carefully walked closer without waking him up. When I saw his face, the shock hit me. He looked like a ghost. His skin was chalk white. His face was sweating, and he had an IV tube attached to his arm. It was really not a pleasant sight. Even if Charlie wasn't necessarily one of my favorite people, it was terrible to see him like that. Nobody in this world deserves to suffer like this. The whole time I wondered how Adie and his family must feel. It must be a nightmare for them. When I stood very close to him, I could hear him breathing. It was a cramped breath. It seemed difficult for him. Sometimes he whimpered slightly. He seemed to be in a lot of pain. I didn't know exactly what to do. I had the urgent need to thank him and apologize. *Should I wait until he's awake? Or until Adie is back? * I stood next to his bed and tried to find the right words...

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