Seeing the girl completely shattered, the doctor finally stepped forward to console her. "Please watch your own health. It's already happened. Let the patient rest now."
Stella gripped Roger's hospital gown, shaking her head desperately as tears streamed down her face. She refused to step away.
She looked so fragile, covered in cuts and bruises. The doctor feared that if he tried to physically drag her away, she might pass out on the spot.
While the doctor hesitated, rushed footsteps echoed down the hall.
"Wait, wait!" the principal yelled, panting heavily as he ran up to them. "This is a volunteer teacher from our school. And that is..."
The principal glanced at the gurney and the color instantly drained from his face. Seeing Roger covered with a white sheet and Stella sobbing hysterically beside him, he assumed the absolute worst.
Dr. Roger didn't make it?
The principal's legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor, pounding his fists against the tiles. When he left earlier, the doctors had said it wasn't critical! How could a perfectly healthy man just die like that?
The doctor stared at him.
The nurse stared at him.
They exchanged completely bewildered looks.
"Did... did they misunderstand something?" the nurse asked awkwardly. The patient had been wheeled out with the sheet over his face just to protect him from the harsh hallway lights and draft.
"Miss..." The nurse frowned in exasperation, just about to explain.
But before she could speak, the man on the gurney slowly opened his eyes. A weak, raspy voice cut through the crying. "If you keep pressing on my chest, I really am going to die."
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