9-2

Ryan pulled a long face while he strutted through the hallway of the hospital, a big sized eco bag filled with containers of food dangling on his right shoulder. Under such unbearable pressure to rant, plus the surrounding that smells nothing but antiseptic which made his head spun, Ryan mumbled to himself.

“First you told me you can’t go to school because you’re sick, and now you want me to bring you some food to the hospital? What am I, your mom?” His rant ended—when he arrived in the entrance of the VIP ward which Asher had told him about—replaced with a calm face he tried so hard to construct. He spent a few minutes solely staring emptily at the lavish, dark colored sliding door which separates the room from the other common ward while wondering why his friend chose such ward out of all other ward rooms.

‘Oh, right. His mother is rich, so he might receive some kind of special treatment.’ Ryan thought while pulling the door open.

What met his eyes the firs