Mary Scott rushed to the emergency room, and the light outside was still on.
In February, the temperature in Swallow City was still below zero. Even though the hospital had heating, Mary stood in the corridor trembling uncontrollably.
Last time, when Alfred Scott suddenly had blurred vision and was diagnosed with a brain tumor, Mary felt like the sky had fallen. But at least the doctor informed her that as long as the surgery was paid for, the chances of it being malignant were very small and it could be cured.
Unlike now, just thinking of what Alfred's roommate said about that heap of blood made Mary's hands and feet go soft.
"Who here is a relative of Alfred Scott?" Just as Mary couldn't control her wild thoughts, the door to the operating room opened, and a nurse asked.
Mary shivered and stepped forward, "Me! How is my brother?"
"Mary, slow down," Lambert Norman, who had been following her, reminded her in a low voice.
