Pain-guest

It was seven in the morning when the doctor finally arrived at their door steps.

Back when Eric was in the car he convinced one of his most trustable friend to come and take a look on Ayana's injuries. He too was shocked when he heard the venue was Eric parent's house, but nonetheless he still agreed to come.

"Sorry for calling you this late at night." Eric, who only had a sleep of only three hours welcomed him at doorsteps with a cold handshake.

"No problem. Is the patient inside?"

"Yes."

They both marched inside and walked towards the patient who, to their astonishment, was literally snoring loudly on her bed. There's wasn't a single crease of discomfort on her face.

If not for the bruises covering her arms, the doctor might've given a stern scold at Eric for wasting his time over nothing.