Creditor

Evening fell. It was damp and hazy after the rain. Somewhere in City J, a hospital was in its busy hour.

The hospital was always bustling at night since illness wouldn't wait till one get up.

Hazel and her companions had just walked into the hall of the hospital when they were surrounded by the cry of patients' relatives.

One man, dressed poorly with muddy spots on his worn-out jeans, seemed to be from a needy family.

Yet the staff passing by was indifferent to his crying and begging.

Hazel felt sympathy for him as he reminded her of her father.

Her father used to work so hard to afford her education that his hair turned grizzle even in his forties.

Her father used to work at the construction site to do those dangerous, hard yet highly-paid jobs.

However, it was not long before he had a heart attack.

She could never forget those days when she begged different doctors, crying because she couldn't afford the expense of her father's surgery.