Seeds of Despair

Tristan nodded. Even though only a few hours had passed, he looked like he had aged a lot.

Feeling exhausted after being sent to the hospital, I fell asleep soon.

The next morning, I was awakened by a commotion. I saw the nurse changing my IV drip when I opened my eyes. Massaging my temples, I asked, “Who’s arguing outside?”

Pausing mid-action, the nurse replied, “It’s Mr. Tristan and Ms. Mercer.