Scratching her head, the young nurse involuntarily furrowed her brows as she thought.
No one has come to see Flossie Wright lately, has there? That soldier who often brings food, it's obvious there's no chance with Flossie Wright.
Could it be that female soldier who stays with her?
I remember she left this afternoon.
Uh...
The young nurse shuddered, a fleeting image flashed through her mind, and she bashfully ran off.
...
Flossie Wright, free of burdens, entered the hospital room with medication in hand.
As she pushed the door open, she closed it behind her.
The sunlight was just right outside, the warm afternoon sun slanted in through the open window, and Glenn Hutchinson was sitting on a nearby stool, his head slightly lowered as he peeled an apple, rays of light streaking over his shoulder, casting dark shadows on the hospital bed.
But—
The bloodstains on his shoulder were startling.
