Annie Anne held Charlotte Thompson's hand, already crying uncontrollably.
"No, it's not your fault, you didn't do anything wrong."
Annie Anne's palm was gripping extremely tightly, her fingertips had already pressed deeply into Charlotte Thompson's hand, but Charlotte didn't attempt to break free.
"It's all my fault... It's all my fault..."
"Annie."
Charlotte looked at Annie Anne with a heartache, but at this point, she found herself unable to say a word.
In the end, she could only turn her head to glance at Justin Battleson beside her, who just responded with a silent gaze.
The hospital corridor was extremely cold, the smell of disinfectant permeating, only Annie Anne's sobbing could be heard softly.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the emergency room light finally went out.
Annie Anne staggered and stood up from the chair, eagerly approaching the doctor who walked out.
