Frustration is inevitable for anybody on the way ahead. Depression is a natural course before one grows up. Loneliness will always be a close friend in our heart. Sometimes, we will be misunderstood; sometimes, we have to rely on others for protection; and sometimes, we are the targets for others to slander and set up.
The night sank into a dead quiet. The hospital turned oppressively in the dead of night. The typical pungent smell of the disinfectant in the hospital became more irritating in the mute world. It was detesting, but everyone in the hospital had to tolerate it.
Manny looked down at Spark in a stern manner. He was still in coma. His lips had turned colorless with a circle of cracks on the rim. Manny sighed, and leaned his body on the wall behind him, his gaze on the infusion bottle and its tube in which medicine was being dripping into Spark's body.
"Spark, this can't happen again!" said Manny in helplessness. He fixed his gaze on Spark's pale face, "I don't want to see you suffer for love again, Spark. Isn't the lesson from your mother enough?"
Manny's question received no answer. The muteness in the room was so weird that it would make anybody out of breath. Contrary to the sheer despair and dreariness in the ward, the villa must have been filled with moans of lovemaking. In the selfish game of love, it would be too early to say who was the one to rejoice and who was the one to suffer. Maybe, nobody had ever enjoyed a single moment of genuine happiness. All was but an illusion.
Manny cocked his head to look out of the window. By the dim light from the room, he could see the drizzle outside. He let out another sigh in helplessness.
Someone stalked towards the ward when Manny was deep in his thought. A camera with HD telephoto lens appeared behind the visiting window on the corridor. The sneaker hid it well behind the window curtain painted with tiny colorful flowers. He left as soon as his camera flashed to take a picture of the interior of the ward. That caught Manny's attention. He cast a curious look at the door of the room and walked towards it. He opened it. But there was nothing except for the quiet corridor. 'I must have been imagining things.' He thought.
He shook his head and closed the door. A man slipped from behind the exit door of the staircase. He looked at Spark's ward with greedy fire in his eyes, a delirious smile emerged on the corner of his mouth.
He turned to walk down the stairs. Then he produced his cell phone and dialed a number. He said with a smiling face over the phone, "Your information was good. Everything was exactly as you said. Thanks for the exclusive news. I must repay you for this favor one day in the future."
"Repay me? No, that's unnecessary. But..." The person gave a fit of gloomy laughter on the other side of the phone before continuing, "Are you brave enough to report this exclusive news?"
"I think you're underestimating me and my website. Have you read something on it? There's nothing we wouldn't report. We're not afraid of anyone. As you know, our server is located overseas. So it's convenient for us to report anything without considering the consequences."
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