UNSAID WORDS

NICHOLAS:

The clinic holds a clear view. There was neither the couple doctors nor Ms. Reinta, the resident nurse, to see us ride through the gate or walk the long corridor.

I need not be surprised about the scanty. It is so in Sanray, thanks to the absolute safe zone of the clinic.

Believing Dr. Saint and his partner are either satisfying their urges on the effect of the weather and the nurse, perhaps, in a ward attending to a patient, I took Greg into Elena’s ward.

“Meet Elena,” I said to the puzzled Greg. “My sister.”

He didn’t react to the sudden news that I have a bedridden sister after assuming he knew me, nor asked questions about her or anything at all.

Instead, he looked around the ward expressionlessly.

I got sudden creeps on the possibility he feels skeptical about the clinic. But then, Dr. Saint and his partner take absolute care of their clinic. Notwithstanding the old construction and lack of a handful of patients, it won’t classified as shabby or unsuitable for pat