The Woman From Hell

There was a wave of uneasiness in my heart. The smell seemed to be coming from the bathroom. Shannon and I rushed in together.

The smell permeated the small bathroom. At a glance, we saw Nina leaning against the wall. Her right arm was hanging toward the ground, and the ground was covered with blood. "Hurry up and call an ambulance." I looked back at Shannon and hurriedly shouted.

We sent Nina to the hospital. Fortunately, we found her early. Otherwise, she would have died of excessive blood loss. The doctor concluded that she might be experiencing symptoms of depression and hence, suggested it be best if we took her to see a psychiatrist.

Depression?

I was no stranger to this. I have had similar symptoms, but they seemed much more severe in Nina.

Shannon looked at me. She had put aside her usual cheeriness and asked me seriously, "Wanda, do you know something?"

I hesitated about whether to tell Shannon about Nina's operation. After all, it was Nina's private matter.

Seeing that I was hesitant to speak, Shannon was a little anxious, "Things have already reached this stage. Why won't you say anything still?"

with Jacob's child, but she didn't want it. So, I went with her for the

and out together so often those few days.

little guilty. "I'm sorry, Shannon, this is

days. Could it be the sequelae of the surgery?" Shannon asked in a low voice as she looked at Nina, who was lying on

tired after the operation and that it would not affect her mood. He told me that Nina might be suffering

not seem to have expected this to be so serious.

nodded, feeling a

was pale and bloodless; it

would be devastated if they knew she had become

the person on the bed woke up

and I hurriedly gathered around her. "Nina, you're

feels off, you can tell me, and

why am I here?" She looked at the whiteness surrounding her. She wanted to get up

and I quickly held Nina's arms