Heartbeat, pounding in her eardrums one beat at a time.
The blood was rushing up.
Her entire being had been pushed to the extreme, completely unable to calm down.
She struggled to push the door open, stumbled into the room, and staggered to the bed.
Her mind was chaotic, filled with every kind of sound; sometimes the voice of the male doctor, sometimes Philip Shaw's calm and indifferent voice, and sometimes Eric Candi telling her that he would come to rescue her in a few days.
But they were all liars.
No one had ever come to save her.
As long as they had Ellen, Aldana Candi's life or death was irrelevant.
She lived only as Ellen's substitute, and if she died...
She jerked and slowly lifted her head to look towards the window.
The window was open, and fine rain was drifting in, the whole bedroom filled with damp mist.
She slowly stood up from the bed and walked to the window like a wandering soul.
From four stories high, falling down... if not dead she'd be crippled.
