How do we live and love when we know that everything we have will turn into ashes?
Now that Zcyhie Elizabeth Fleuvis is back, someone threatens to inflict everything in her normal, stable life. The tranquility of her old town, Stygian Realm, along F...
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Zcyhie Elizabeth's POV
When I reached the hospital, I found it a huge building consisting of several wings with a clock in the middle. The whole approach was full of people waiting to be examined or waiting to see their relatives. When I entered through a big hall, I found out that there were a large number of rooms on the left and the right.
In the corridors of the hospital there was a great bustle and activity. Doctors and nursing sisters in their white uniforms were moving up and down.
At a short distance, there was an operation theatre, fitted with most modern appliances. Outside the operation theatre, there was a set of stretchers and wheeled chairs. The rooms were neat and tidy and there were separate arrangements to out-door and in-door patients.
My Grandfather was admitted in the room number twenty-three in one of the private rooms here in Equinox Trussville Hospital and Evans was in room number fourteen. I saw gramps peacefully sleeping on the hospital bed.
I felt the cold metal bed rails near his side as I arranged his soft pillows and his crisp sheets. I saw his dextrose dropping two times for I think a minute. My gaze swiveled over the room, looking for a place for me to sit. I saw Clement pouting like a duck.
"What's with that look? That furrowed eyebrows look like an angry bird."
I curled my lips responding. "Well, that damn pouting of yours looks terrible," he said, then he remained silent, analyzing me.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Yep!" I nodded as I gazed at the clock. It's exactly 2:15 p.m. and my tummy started to growl.
"Makes sense." He looked at me trying to hold back his laughs.
"Anyway, I still have a gig for today," he paused. "Do you want to come?"
"But old hag is still here. Gramps needs me." His lips twitched forming a smile.
"Your Gramps will be going to be okay. In Clement, you trust." My soft laughs lingered around the four corners of the room. I heard a sudden chuckle.
"Looks like my baby Fleuvis was enjoying herself," old hag said. I frowned.
"Francis Timothy Fleuvis!" I shouted my Grandpa's name. I deadpanned.
"I've called my mom and told her about what happened," he uttered. Grandpa nodded.
"She's going to be here." Then, he averted his gaze at his phone.
"Any minute now." He halted for a while. Then, just like a black magic, the door opened as I heard Aunt Cheska's quick shrieked.
"And yes, She's here," he said, pouting once again.
"Are you alright, kuya Cis?" Aunt Cheska went to the nearest chair beside my gramps so I moved a little.
"Grandpa!" I heard the twins rushing towards the bed.
