Helen supported herself against the walls of the hallway and sat down. Her face was deathly pale. “How could this happen? Her ankle isn’t fully recovered. How much has she suffered? She has nothing to do with this mess… Why did she have to suffer all of this?”
Arianne couldn’t listen to any more of this. She turned around and walked to the nearest chair, sitting down. Was Helen implying that Aery shouldn’t have suffered, and she should have instead? She could understand how Helen felt, but she couldn’t understand her selfishness. Who was she to Helen, after all this time?
After an unknown amount of time, the door to the operating theatre opened. Helen immediately pounced. “Doctor, how is my daughter? Is she alright?”
“After having a fall from such a considerable height, how could she be alright?” the doctor replied sternly. “Her head has suffered severe trauma, and her body has sustained a lot of broken bones. We’re not sure if she’ll regain consciousness. It’s highly likely… that she will be paralyzed. The operation was considered a success, but it’s all on her now. Honestly, under these circumstances, if she survives, she will suffer and live out her days in a vegetative state. Both she and the people around her will suffer. After all, chances of recovering from her brain trauma are slim.”
Helen lost control. She grabbed the doctor’s collar. “What are you saying? Are these the words of a doctor? She’s my daughter! My daughter! I won’t give up on her! As long as she’s alive—as long as she’s alive—I will never give up! Are all the doctors in your hospital as cold-blooded as you? Do you all pray for the deaths of your patients? What kind of hospital is this? I want a transfer. A transfer!”
Mark shot the doctor a look. The doctor didn’t quarrel with Helen. He took a deep breath, then turned around and left.
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