breath.
A nurse firmly pushed him back onto the stretcher. “Don’t move!” she barked, clearly annoyed.
I did not have time for him, so I turned and walked away, heading toward Vanda’s office. But when I got there, it was empty.
“Where’s Dr. Watson?” I asked a passing doctor in a white coat, grabbing his arm.
He looked me up and down. Then, recognition flashed across his face, and he exclaimed,‘ Oh! You’re the one who helped her with that creepy bug this morning, right?”
I forced a weak smile and nodded. The doctor gestured toward another wing of the
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hospital. “She’s in the recovery ward. That bug freaked her out pretty bad, and she’s been a mess ever since.”
Following his directions, I walked through the long corridor, checking each room until I finally found her.
Vanda was lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and her eyes dull as she stared blankly at the ceiling. She looked so frail that, for a second, I almost pitied her.
I stepped into the room and called out softly, “Vanda.”
Her head snapped toward me, and the sight of me made her eyes blaze with fury. Her voice was sharp and venomous as she hissed, “Luna, give me back the bug!”
I secretly sneered at how she and Hector were saying the same thing. I really could not understand how swapping our babies and killing me could benefit them at all.
Nonetheless, I kept my expression neutral and shrugged. “What do you want it for? That thing was disgusting, so I threw it away.”
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