I Heard His Thoughts, so I Left Him
“Open the door! Please, open the door!”
I drag my weak body to the iron door and beat on it with all my strength.
The pain has me drenched in a cold sweat.
“Marcello! I’m bleeding! Help me…” I cry out, my voice hoarse. “I need a doctor!”
I hear frantic footsteps outside the door. Then, Marcello’s voice, cold as ice. “Lilian, are you done with your games?”
“You, a surgeon, pulling a stunt like faking an illness? You’d stoop to lying like this just to get out of being punished?”