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Sofia opened the car door, and the sound of rain immediately became clearer and sharper, as if the entire world was wrapped in water. She quickly unfolded her black umbrella, shielding herself from the pouring rain. Raindrops fell like countless tiny glass beads, striking the surface of the umbrella with a dense patter.
She walked toward the stone steps in front of Blue Mountain Asylum, the ground beneath her feet slick and treacherous, with rainwater pooling into small streams that flowed down the stairs. Each step felt heavy, her mood growing increasingly burdened with this short journey, as if a massive stone pressed against her chest, making it hard to breathe.
A line of security personnel stood at the entrance of the hospital, dressed in neat uniforms with expressionless faces. When they saw Sofia approaching, they silently nodded in acknowledgment. Their faces were cold and serious, seemingly indifferent to the thunderstorm, merely carrying out their daily duties. Sofia responded with a faint nod before standing on the steps, shaking off droplets from her umbrella onto the ground.
She closed her umbrella and handed it to one of the security guards. He took it with practiced ease and set it aside. Sofia said nothing, taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart. Her fingers were cold, filled with unease and fear, but she knew she could not retreat; she had to enter this hospital and face the unavoidable reality.
With a grave expression, Sofia stood before the massive doors of the hospital. The heavy door loomed like an indifferent barrier, separating the world inside from the outside. She reached out, pressing her palm against the cold doorknob, feeling its chill seep through her skin to her core. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the thick door with all her strength.
The door creaked slowly open, a cold wind sweeping through and bringing an invisible pressure. Sofia stepped inside the hospital; the light around her dimmed instantly, and a faint scent of disinfectant filled the air, accompanied by an underlying sense of oppression. Everything here evoked an indescribable feeling of loneliness and coldness.
As the door closed behind her, the sound of rain gradually faded away. Sofia stood in this tranquil space, her inner heaviness akin to that closing door, completely isolating her from the real world. She knew Ethan was somewhere within this dark hospital, and what she had to face might be an even harsher truth.
As soon as she opened the door, Sofia was hit by a sharp smell of disinfectant. The scent seemed to invade her nostrils instantly, piercing into her mind like an invisible ghost echoing through her thoughts. The strong chemical odor made her frown involuntarily; a wave of oppression rose in her chest as if everything here was controlled by this cold atmosphere.
Suppressing her discomfort, she took a few steps forward. Her footsteps echoed in the empty hall of the hospital; the dim light cast a cold glow from white fixtures on the ceiling onto the smooth tiled floor, reflecting her solitary figure. The entire environment felt overwhelmingly oppressive, as if the air within this hospital had solidified, leaving only that pervasive scent of disinfectant.
Sofia approached the reception desk where a nurse was accustomed to visitors like her. With a professional detachment on her face, she calmly and efficiently processed Sofia's visitor registration. Sofia quietly stated her purpose for visiting; the nurse confirmed Ethan's room number before retrieving a visitor badge from a drawer and handing it over casually.
Sofia accepted the badge, feeling its cold plastic devoid of warmth in her hand. She pinned it to her clothing over her chest, her fingertips trembling slightly. Every movement carried with it a weight of anxiety and unease from deep within her. Taking another deep breath to calm herself, she turned toward the elevator.
The elevator doors gleamed coldly with silver light; surrounding walls and floors exuded an icy tranquility. When the elevator doors opened, Sofia felt as though she was stepping into an irreversible fate. She pressed the button; in silence, the elevator ascended while mechanical sounds echoed in the enclosed space, making her feel increasingly distant from the outside world.
The number three flashed on the electronic display, and her heartbeat quickened in her chest. She knew that Ethan was currently on the third floor, in room 310. Just thinking about that room made her feel a heavy pressure weighing down on her shoulders. Room 310 was no longer just an ordinary hospital room; it had become a cage imprisoning Ethan's soul.
As the elevator doors opened, Sofia felt a cold breeze sweep in, the air here seeming even more oppressive and frigid than in the lobby. She stepped out of the elevator, and at the end of the corridor, she could faintly see the door to room 310. Taking a deep breath, Sofia walked toward that door, her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway, each step adding to her growing sense of dread.
Walking down the familiar corridor, Sofia moved slowly, her steps heavy with an unmistakable weight. She had been here many times before, and each time she reached this point, an endless anxiety and oppression would rise within her. The corridor lights remained cold and bright, as if rejecting warmth and life. It wasn’t long before her gaze fell upon a familiar figure.
It was Becky—Ethan's former colleague—sitting on a plastic chair outside the corridor, her head leaning against the cold wall as if seeking a momentary comfort from this stillness. Usually carefree and indifferent, Becky appeared drastically different now. Her eyes were slightly closed, weariness etched across her face, and her brows were deeply furrowed, suggesting that these days had taken a toll on both her spirit and body.
Sofia's footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor, the soft sound breaking the silence. Becky seemed to hear that familiar sound; her eyelids fluttered slightly before she slowly opened her eyes. When she realized it was Sofia approaching, her expression suddenly grew more serious.
Becky stood up from the chair, her face marked by an undeniable gravity and sorrow that was hard to ignore. This starkly contrasted with her usual nonchalant demeanor. Typically, Becky carried herself with a casual attitude and often made light-hearted jokes as if nothing mattered too much. But now, her eyes were filled with heavy emotion, as if these days had drained all her ease and carefree spirit.
"Sofia..." Becky called softly, her voice laced with suppressed grief and a vulnerability she had never shown before.
Sofia looked at her, a surge of emotions flooding through her. Becky's change made it clear that the severity of the situation was far beyond what she had imagined. Ethan's condition not only affected her but had also crushed someone like Becky, who usually seemed so carefree.
Standing there with furrowed brows and eyes filled with sorrow and unspoken weight, Becky met Sofia's gaze, as if all words had become unnecessary.
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