Coming back to her senses, she smiled with a hint of loneliness.
Always envying others' happiness, knowing that she herself will never have it.
The car quickly arrived at the hospital specified by their miss. Ali got out, the driver offered to accompany her, but she refused. She felt much better now, and having lost so much blood and not died, she figured she wouldn't die.
She went to registration at the emergency room alone, then was sent inside to get bandaged.
The wound was quite deep, needed several stitches, and a patch of hair was shaved off. But she had thick and long hair, so it shouldn't affect her appearance, though her scalp kept throbbing painfully.
The doctor asked her to stay for some anti-inflammatory IV before going home.
She sat in the corridor, feeling a bit lonely, receiving the IV.
She took out her phone, wanting to call Xiaoli, hesitated, and gave up.
