(Author's POV)
"Yel …. Yel …. Wake up. We have arrived," Myra tapped her gently.
Lazily peering her eyes open, Yelena mumbled, "Ahh~ …. Got it."
Stretching her limbs, she scanned the area around the hospital entrance, which, as usual, was bustling with patients alongwith their guardians going in and exiting.
Esteria and some nearby places had just entered the monsoon phase, so it was understandable that the hospital was jam packed. People tend to get sick with all sorts of respiratory diseases and infections when the seasons are getting interchanged.
Myra picked up the lunchbox Sandra gave from the back seat. She glanced at Yelena, who, without looking in the mirror, was about to step out as well and said teasingly, "Wipe that drool off, my dear three year old."
Yelena pulled the half opened handle back, tilted the rearview mirror to see the corner of her mouth, as well as her chin, which was plastered with her own saliva.
