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Karina didn't resist.

The scent was too familiar-so familiar that she didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

Of course, there was another reason she didn't want to look back. She wasn't in a good mood.

She tugged at the jacket draped over her shoulders. "I was just thinking about something I once heard," she said softly.

Wilfred stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

"They say hospitals hear more prayers than churches. I never understood it before, but now, as someone on the inside, I do." Karina's voice carried a quiet sadness, tinged with melancholy. Wilfred's chest tightened at her words. Without thinking, he pulled her into a gentle embrace.

Both of them froze for a moment, caught off guard by his action.

But neither moved to pull away. Instead, they relaxed, a shared silence settling between them. In that moment, it felt as though the invisible barrier that had always been there had quietly dissolved. Karina finally let her thoughts spill out. "Honestly, I've felt this way for a long time, but today really drove it home.

"Sometimes I wonder if I'm just a hypocrite. I feel sympathy for those who suffer, but there's so little I can actually do for them. It's like my compassion is just... empty."

"No, it's not," Wilfred said firmly. "You're kindhearted. Don't doubt yourself. You've already done everything you can."

The hospital corridor was quiet, the faint hum of the overhead lights filling the stillness. Karina lowered her head, leaning into him for warmth and solace, taking a moment to simply rest.

*

The next day, Karina was back to her usual self.

Working in a hospital meant seeing tragedy often, and it wasn't unusual to have moments of despair or sadness. But Karina wasn't the type to let herself spiral. She knew the only way to truly help was to keep moving forward.

Her workload was as heavy as ever. But no matter how busy she was, she made it a point to spend at least an hour each day with Wendy, the patient she had personally taken charge of.

Her visits weren't just about monitoring Wendy's condition. They were also meant to provide emotional support and ensure Wendy didn't have any more dangerous thoughts.

After all, Wendy had managed to slip through the cracks even in a 24-hour supervised facility, finding a moment to sneak away to the bathroom and attempt to hang herself. If she could do that, who knew what else she might try? Karina's efforts were paying off.

Under her care and constant

attention, Wendy's condition seemed to improve. The dull emptiness in her eyes was slowly replaced with a glimmer of life She no longer looked like the lifeless, defeated girl who had first been admitted.

Seeing Wendy's progress brought Karina genuine happiness.

But, as usual, there were always people who seemed intent on ruining her good mood.

"All we asked was for you to help your brother, but fine, you refused. Now you've turned yourself into a scandal!Do you even realize how humiliating your suicide attempt is for your father? It's nothing but juicy gossip for everyone, especially his colleagues!

"Thanks to you, the company board is calling for his suspension! This is all your fault! You're useless! Why didn't you just die and save us all the trouble?"

The sheer audacity of her words made Karina's blood boil.

"Bang!" The door slammed open.

Karina stormed into the room, the fury in her eyes unmistakable.

"Ma'am, this is a hospital, not your personal stage to throw tantrums. And let me make one thing clear-you don't get to berate my patient. Whatever grievances you have, take them somewhere else." Her voice was as cold as ice.

It was the same woman from

before. Wendy's mother flinched at

Karina's sudden entrance, but

quickly regained her composure, her tone turning venomous. "Who

do

you think you are? I'm her mother. I have every right to discipline her.

You're the one meddling where you don't belong."