It was so dark.

It was now 7:56 PM and visiting hours at the hospital were about to close. You were heading to the hospital reception to leave but a patient from room 306 was standing in front of her door, holding a pole that allowed her to give a transfusion. She stared at you, not saying anything. But her eyes seemed to be calling you for help.

"It's 8 PM. Visiting hours are closed." Her dark gaze diminished, and she smiled at you kindly.