"Yes, there was a nurse giving him a change of medicine."
"How is George doing now?"
"His body is still quite weak; this guy has been hollowed out by drugs and alcohol. I hadn't expected him to be all show, no go…
God bless, thankfully he's okay.
At this moment, the ones hoping he stays alive are actually the cops; isn't that funny?"
"Life is an absurd play," Luke muttered and walked towards the ward.
At the door to the ward, two officers were on watch.
Luke nodded at them as a greeting and opened the door to the ward directly. The night light was on inside; it wasn't very bright but was enough to see clearly.
There was a black female nurse standing by the bedside bending over toward the patient in the bed.
At first glance, having his view obstructed by the nurse's body, Luke thought the nurse was caring for the patient, but on closer inspection, he saw that she was holding a pillow firmly pressed against the man's face.
"Fuck!
