It is nearly 11 PM, which indicates that the patients are no longer allowed to have any guests or visitors as visiting hours are coming to an end. Rafayel cannot resist the urge to pout while he gazes out the window and crosses his arms. His fingers drum against his forearms, accompanied by a frustrated sigh escaping from his mouth for the fifth time.

Where are you?

Just in time, someone opened the door. However, from the sound of the approaching footsteps, Rafayel already knew it was you. Yet, he was too occupied with sulking to even glance at you, who were staring at him with concern.

"Rafayel!" You said, sitting on the bed next to Rafayel.

Rafayel clicked his tongue. "Who are you?" He said, acted like he doesn't know you.