Annabelle Linton fell off the bed. She rolled on the floor before crawling into a corner, where she clutched at her hair, completely breaking down.
Her hair was a tangled mess plastered to her face by tears that streamed down unconsciously, leaving a chaotic web of tear tracks.
Annabelle Linton wrapped her arms around herself, desperately trying to suppress the agony. She bit her lip so hard it bled.
Outside the glass room, Mia Holloway knelt on the floor, her hands clawing desperately at the door as she sobbed uncontrollably.
She longed to pull Annabelle out and hold her tight, but she couldn't.
If she did, all the pain Annabelle was enduring now would have been for nothing.
"Annabelle, hang in there. Just a little longer…"
The other doctors beside her were racing against the clock, documenting Annabelle's every reaction. They even recorded each subtle change in her facial expression.
