174 The Wave (2)

-_-_-_-_-Fleur's Perspective-_-_-_-_-

"Yes." A short reply escapes my mouth, still occupied at the dust fluttering on the ground. "Why'd you asked?"

The nurse shifts her hands on the handle of the cart and looks at me in the eye. "Curious. That's all." She answered and strolled down the broad aisle while pushing the empty cart back to the storage room. 

Eventually, after a few minutes, the woman returns with a pack of medicine capsules and some snacks, hoping that she could somehow ease my audible hunger. 

"You haven't eaten for a while, did you?" She offers me a pocket-size biscuit enough to keep me awake from staring thoroughly at the sleeping body of my friend, Venice. 

"Yes. Thank you." I expressed my gratitude and took the wafer away from her hands and immediately digested it inside my mouth.