'Calla….she…she got into an accident…' The words from the same voice replayed in Vincent's head he hurried down to the hospital.
'I-It just happened suddenly…Calla was crossing the road one minute….and then…her body was flying up in the air in the next minute….the car that drove into her body was nowhere to be found…the police are probably looking for the person….'
'…No…' Pushing past the people in the crowded hallway of the hospital, Vincent denied vehemently in his heart.
'No….' He denied once more. Someone should just tell him that right now was a dream for him. A dream that he just wanted to wake from up.
Upon getting into the ICU under the description that he had gotten from the reception nurse, Vincent's trembling gaze was drawn to a lady in a tank top with tattoos on her arms seated miserably on the bench.