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I hadn't laid eyes on my father for an entire week.

Yet I was certain he was tirelessly working to clear my name and seek justice for me.

The nurse, whether consciously or not, always steered clear of mentioning my father.

Nevertheless, the compassion in her gaze grew more apparent with each passing day.

An unsettling feeling began to take root in my mind.

Unfortunately, my father had confiscated my phone, leaving me cut off from outside information.

Seven days later, I finally regained enough strength to leave my bed and walk unassisted.

While the nurse was fetching lunch, I ventured down to the garden by myself.

My initial plan was to borrow another patient's cellphone to browse the internet for news.

However, just as I stepped onto the paved walkway, something struck my forehead with great force.

A slender individual sped past me on a bicycle, sending me tumbling to the ground.

A nurse in the distance rushed over to help me back to my room.