SYDNEY
The figure that emerged was Nurse Jocelyn. Her eyes were wide with shock and concern as she rushed towards me. She looked like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her gaze scanning me from head to toe, as if she were analyzing whether I was fine.
I could sense her worry while she looked at me. Her eyes lingering on my battered skin and the white wedding dress that seemed to mock me.
"Nurse Jocelyn, what are you doing?" I heard Aria whisper, asking the nurse who had taken care of me for a few days while I was in the hospital, and none of my family had come to visit me.
"I'm worried about Sydney," Nurse Jocelyn answered, her voice laced with concern. "She's still recovering and shouldn't be out without her medication. She left the hospital without being properly discharged.
