Miss Williams closed her eyes, feeling like her lungs were about to burst with frustration, "Don't talk to me."
...
The next day, Miss Williams sat by the window, silently letting out a sigh as she looked outside.
Every morning, a female doctor would arrive on time to change her dressing. Miss Williams was healing well; the bruises on her body had faded considerably, no longer as shockingly visible as before.
Seeing that the door was closed, Miss Williams took a couple of looks at the female doctor, who was focused on changing her dressing. However, the intense gaze from Miss Williams did not escape her notice.
"Is something wrong, Miss Williams?" the female doctor asked.
"Do you have a cellphone?" Miss Williams lowered her voice.
The female doctor looked towards the door, and Miss Williams also glanced at the door, shaking her head like a thief.
"Lies." Who else doesn't have a cellphone these days?
"Lend it to me for a bit," Miss Williams raised an eyebrow.