Since things had already come this far, Wren had no choice but to keep going. He had been too impulsive earlier, coming to see Clara without fully considering the consequences. In the end, it was still the same.
Wren took a deep breath, pushing down the frustration in his chest. He put his phone away and continued walking forward.
When he reached the hospital lobby, he noticed the light on in the duty room. He walked over and knocked on the window.
It was a quiet night, and the nurse on duty was sitting at the desk, playing on her phone. She quickly looked up when she heard the tapping on the glass.
Wren had practically been living at the hospital these past few days, and with so few staff, everyone had gotten to know him.
Seeing him, the nurse smiled and opened the window, leaning out to ask, "Mr. Zachman, is there something I can do for you?"
"I need a little help. Are you free right now?" Wren asked politely.
People in the town usually went to bed early, and it was rare for anyone to come to the hospital this late. The staff were usually free during night shifts.
"I've got time! Come in through that door. I'll open it for you," she said as she stood to let him in.
By the time Wren reached the door, she had just opened it.
"Sorry to bother you," he said as he stepped inside.
The heater was on, and the warmth quickly chased away the chill on his body.
Not wanting to waste time, he took out the half-finished scarf Clara had been knitting and asked, "Do you know how to knit something like this? Can you teach me?"
The nurse blinked in surprise, giving Wren a curious once-over.
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