Conflicted

Draven walked back and forth the corridor, the medical staff rushed past him to the various patient rooms nearby.

Suddenly, an elderly doctor walked through the door, his smiled nudged the webs of his face closer to his fisheyes and a saggy mouth. Humorous was he, yet Draven paid no sorts to his comical expression and dashed to him. "Is she okay?"

"Young man, she is okay" he said, putting his palms out.

Draven puffed a breath of relief "So? How long will she be under observation?"

He replied "She would most probably recover in a few hours but I do recommend keeping her for a day. Just to be sure"

"Oh, that's great" a ray of sunshine peeked through the dark clouds; stunning the doctor and the nurse looking over his shoulder.

Draven smiled from his heart, said "Doctor, can I see her?"

"Uhh… yeah. It should be fine"

"Hmm" he walked past them and entered her room and pulled himself closer to her bed.

"Becky?"

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