Darlene was flustered and wanted Nigel to leave from the window first, but the more anxious she was, the more flustered she became.
Nigel was obviously a little afraid to go down from such a high place.
The footsteps outside the door were approaching. Even if Nigel went out, Darlene would not have enough time to clean up the seat and rope, and the people who came would see these.
She clenched her fists, and in the end, she grabbed Nigel's arm. "Nigel, it's too late. Come down and put the chair back. Close the curtains," she said in a low voice.
Then, she quickly looked around the room. The intensive care unit was different from an ordinary ward. It had only a large number of all kinds of therapeutic devices but no tables or wardrobes.
There was only one sick bed and no nursing beds.
There was no place to hide people. The only place that could hide people was the bed that Reina was lying on.