Olivia's POV After Mark left the hospital room, I was able to fall asleep. I dreamt I was in a paradise, and surprisingly, I had a family—a happy family, though I couldn't see their faces. I longed to see my parents, but when I awoke, I was alone in the hospital room. The door creaked open, and a young female nurse walked in. "Good morning," I greeted her, seeing that it was just dawn, and the clock showed 6 a.m. "Morning. How was your night?" The young nurse asked me with a warm smile, as she moved up to my bed and met my gaze. "My night was fine. What do you want?" I asked, noticing her eyes twinkling as if she had something to ask me. "Actually, it's about Mark George," she said, and my heart skipped a beat, thinking maybe something had happened to him. "What about Mark?" I asked nervously, my heart throbbing faster. "Did anything happen to him? He was here last night," I said, but she shook her head. She wore a white nurse's dress and a black knitted sweater because of the
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