Serena's POV
“I’ll go there later, uncle.”
[Yes, please. I don't know what to do anymore, Serena. She's refusing to talk and whenever she feels someone going near her, she's losing control. She would scream and drive everyone away.]
I squeezed my eyes closed and took a deep breath. Selena's condition is not simple. She needs an eye transplant and we're doing everything to find a donor but luck hasn't come our way.
I massaged my forehead. It was easy for me to comfort my patients before but now that Selena is going through it, I don't know what to do.
“How is Selena?”
Tyler's voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked at him as he walked towards me, only wearing a bathrobe while drying his hair. He just got out of the shower and the mixed scent of his body wash, shampoo, and after-shave filled my nose.
I sat on the bed and he sat beside me, still drying his hair.
“She needs my help.”