The hospital door began to creak, sounding almost as i f someone had taken a constipated fart. It was one with stagnation.
Jay frowned in distaste. The agitation he felt was increasing by the moment.
Sending a cold and impatient glare at the room's door, he watched the finger-wide gap screech as it slowly opened up.
After a long while only did it finally widen to a palm's width.
Jay felt his mood slowly worsen with the torturous creaks of the door.
Forcibly, he suppressed the rage boiling within and waited with an ungodly amount of patience for the person opening the door.
He was going to repay the person for their torment.
At that moment, an unexpected hand in white surgical gloves appeared in the gap. Its small size suggested its feminine gender.
Jay immediately confirmed that it was a care worker.
He moved his eyes to stare at the ceiling, his more defined side profile shining with despondence.
Entering the room softly, Angeline found Jay lying on
the bed with both arms propped under his head as his eagle-like eyes glared frustratingly at the ceiling.
She had never seen such a sharp edge on such a sickly patient.
Angeline felt her fear climb as she slowly shuffled toward the bed. After a long while of hyping herself up did she finally muster the courage to speak, "I'm...
Sorry, Mr... President. There seems to be an issue with the hospital's networking system... We can't proceed with any discharge procedures.”
Angeline wanted nothing more than to cut off her tongue with a knife. 'Christ, what sorry excuse was that?'
From the fake deep tone of the stammer, Jay heard a tone he had dreamt countless dreams of.
His pair of dark cold eyes landed on Angeline Severe.
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